In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
Wants to know what it's like
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Were people saying, My God, that's tough
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn't do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Talk about, God in His mercy
Oh, if he really does exist
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
I cried and cried all day
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