Tending to my garden gives me joy
Watching the labour of my hand blossom -
What a joy to behold
When I reap what I sow...
Words can't describe that
A beautiful garden; like a beautiful bride
I saw a man bury his wife
Tears rolling down his cheek at whim
Uttering words that one can barely hear
I couldn't imagine how heavy his heart is
Yet he bore them
Alone at night he cries, a bit louder too
Holding on to what is no more
Vague memories of his dearest
When daylight comes he wipes his eyes
And appears as if nothing is wrong
Words of consolation adds to what he bears in his heart
Slowly the day comes to an end
And the awareness of the absence of his better half comes to the fore
Should it be like this?
I often ask myself this
Is not meant to be the other way
Man dies and leaves the woman behind
