The Station's Clock

How lonesome it was travelling familiar roads,

With an unfamiliar feeling lurking beneath me,

Oh what a terrible and cold time the future forebodes,

For without her I cannot find the least glee.

That famous Clock's tune isn't the same without her,

That famous Station has lost its lustre,

To go to another Station, I might prefer,

To be there requires courage I cannot muster.

Everywhere there was once Sweetheart,

Now it all feels rather bear,

But before too much sadness is to start,

I remember, that She is always there.

If I can focus on the memories of her kindness,

And her continuous loveliness and affection,

It's beauty will often causes a blindness,

And the sadness recedes into oblivion.

I love you Sweetheart.