Until you're gone, I will not miss
The sweetness of your ways;
Recall, with such intensity,
Your subtle means of praise.
I will not find the hours long,
Nor miss the song you sing.
For while you're here, I cannot dwell
On such intrinsic things.
Until I'm gone, you will endure
The chatter of my voice;
Unnecessary things I say
To fill, inform, annoy.
And when I'm gone, perhaps, you'll long
For just a verse or two
Of the song we sang together or
The poem I said to you.
But while we're here, let's make each day
A time of worthwhile words.
Let's smile a lot and laugh and say
Endearing things we've heard.
Let's make a mem'ry, ever dear,
To carry always on ...
To have and hold and cherish us
Until ... until we're gone.
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