I am my father’s daughter

Though I seldom claim to be.

A word spoken, a song sung

A mirror image shows determinedly.

Two melted into five,

Lonely, broken hearts

Three will mend, but not forget,

A pair will never part.

You can not change the grand design,

No matter how you try,

The clock ticks on, the time is done,

Real chances passed you by.

Was there just too much to love?

Were the urges just too strong?

Or was it just a spoiled boy

Unwilling to be wrong?

Who can say it is all mere chance

After the last page is turned?

A taste so strong and bittersweet,        

A tragic lesson learned .               

Lily T. Bilsland ~ Dec. 2008