Today I had a shocking thought - that you might die.
And then what would I do?
I would lament the waste of you.
I do not take good care of you,
Or pay you the attention you merit.
The days of our life pass in a blur.
My love, we must be sure,
And make the effort to ensure,
That we are always attentive
Each to the other. We do not know
The moment when one of us might go.
I want to have missed nothing of you
Nor feel ashamed in front of our sons
And I'd have you have the best of me.
My love, let us leave none
Of love's welcome duties undone
For I have this image of a silhouette,
A man weeping against the evening sky,
Lamenting the day's waste at the setting of the sun.