Poor Mr Jones

A great grand dad in his eightieth year of life
Poor Mr Jones is grieving for his wife
She died in her sleep a year ago today
Twice a week he visit where she lay.

For fifty years she was his soul mate
But on everything there is a use by date
And sooner or later best friends have to part
Though her death has left him with a heavy heart.

A good mother to their daughter and their son
And by those who knew her loved by everyone
She was a good person in every way
And he miss her more than words can hope to say.


Together they had many happy years
But even good times often end in tears
The great tree of the forest eventually does fall
And our life journey it must end for us all.

A year ago today his beloved Gwynnie died
In the dawn he woke to find her lifeless at his side
She had not been ill she expired suddenly
He grieves for her how sad this life can be