We look for laughter, happiness and life.
Donít seek a husband, nor a wife.
Life alone can be such fun,
considering only ever one.
Oneís own company can grow terse;
from tiny cradle to coal-black hearse.
Trying to find our own soul-mate,
just like waiting at the pearly gate.
Yet we seek to ever find
love to bring a peace of mind.
Long ago, another life.
She a husband, he a wife.
Issue from the unions grown,
one and one and two alone.
Her son and daughter bound in love,
his two sons from heaven above.
Lifeís strange journey onward roamed,
each parent found themselves alone.
These children born of different love,
at once apart but not above
finding family in the other
children of a different mother.
Love, look forward; ever on.
Happiness and joy for Marie and Ron.
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