GOOD TIMES/BAD TIMES

Many broken pieces

Shattered, now apart

What can I do to mend it?

To mend by broken heart?
I walk along the beach

Leaving footprints cold and bare

How can I enjoy the sunset,

When there’s no one here to share?
There used to be a pair,

Of footprints next to mine.

But they washed away with waves

And the shifting sands of time.
All I can do now,

Is remember how things were.

The good times, not the bad times,

Which caused my heart to stir.
To live to die,

What does it matter?

While I am in this state.

I didn’t know how much I loved,

Until it was too late.