Reflections

                Reflections of yesterday came to me
                while I was staring into my past.
                Memories of what we once had
                formed droplets on my beer glass.
                I wondered how she was doing.
                I hoped she was doing fine.
                Then I drifted off on a memory
                of when she once was mine.

                The droplets that rolled down the glass
                could not compare in size
                to the ones that clouded my vision
                as they formed and blurred my eyes.
                I never did understand how
                I managed to let her go.
                But believe me I have paid for it
                more than you'll ever know.

                I had never been a successful man
                and for wealth we never cared.
                We had our health and our happiness
                and our love, together, we shared.
                Oh, take me back sweet memory.
                Turn back the hands of time
                and place my body next to hers
                and place her hand in mine.
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