For a while I had my “Camelot, ”
Seventeen happy years with Peggy,
Who shared my disability and
Shared her Love, glorious Love with me.
She passed away as I held her hand,
She was taken by deadly cancer
And when it struck, we did all we could,
But our prayers all went unanswered
My constant companions had become
Depression, Despondence and Despair.
I wrote Going Without Peggy then,
But I always knew that Life’s not fair.
So that was how it came about,
My writing was my salvation,
For when I had to work through my moods
I arrived at the realization
That She’d not want me to be so sad
Or for me to fall upon my sword...
Happy for the Happiness I gave her,
Now my life is free to move forward.
It’s taken time, nearly six years by now,
I’ve wed a lovely Russian lady
And I can say that I now have sweet love
Again in the year Two Thousand Three!
Karl Stuart Kline
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-8-the-best-of-2003-written-by-request-for-the-ilp-book-of-the-same-name/
