I once heard this Johnny Cash number, “You are my sunshine." I wrote a poem using those lines, just with a different twist.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust; Dear, look into my eyes, and you’ll know whom to trust.
If love was something that money could buy, the rich would have lived, and the poor would have died.
Don’t leave me like this; don’t go. I pray; don’t break my heart. That’s all I say.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make me happy when the skies are gray.
I felt my heartbreaking, and I felt myself sway, but love wasn’t coming, at least not this way.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the metal burns or the metal rusts; I’ll love you always, but go, I must.
Allow me to go, if you may; nothing is solid, and nothing eternally can stay.
And I turned around and walked away.
My grief was great, and my pain was profound. I saw all my dreams being dashed to the ground.
I fought my tears; I fought valiantly, but just as life has it, the river flowed silently.
