The sun is shining As it always does But you could tell By the simple chill That winter was, of course On its way. The buncle of clothes Stood by the door Only not to be worn Anymore. My shine is gone. I miss it so. And its all because of my dear Joe. Sadly, he was killed By winter's chill. Today's the day He was to school. My poor little boy He took my shine I do not want it back. If I cant have My little man. That shine of mine Would go to waste. |