As Strangers Pass By

He wanders around passing by strangers On streets, buses and trains, As the cold December rain Pours without mercy for his constant pain. The passing away of his wife His one and only life, She made the day shine with splendour And without strife, Of everyday rituals, everyday of loving her much more, "Is it possible, " he thought, She had saved him from his rotten self, As she fought Against his destruction from alcohol His family were appalled At his lifestyle of pubs, drink and women, Then she appeared before him like an angel from sympathetic skies above, He knew it was unknown this love That struck him to stand still and thank God above, To send her kindness and caring nature, That made a broken man a whole man, Not waiting anymore to just endure, But to be happy and to rejoice of finding her with her look so pure, Truth blew across his world with a refreshing cure, She made his eyes dance with sweet emotions to lure Her into his messed up excuse for a life She became his loving, beautiful wife. Then day turned to night The light faded, the sky darkened and it rained with all it's might, Drowning his heart and soul in this dark night, She passed away to her home above, As he struggled to remain sober and sane, His emotions tangled, confused and tortured with love, He waits for her return, Waiting for her laughter and her smile, All that is left is passing by strangers along the lonely miles, Waiting for her glorious return to his life, To hold his hand like the most loving caress, His loving and beautiful wife She will bring him back to this life.