The Billy Buoy

We used to walk along this beach every day
To the Billy Buoy especially in May
Carrying bundles of joy in our arms
But they are gone now; all that remains are psalms

Our arms hang heavy as we walk every day
To the Billy Buoy especially in May
I try often to take her hand in mine
But she is lost to the horizon-line

Perhaps they will come again with their own
Bundles of joy enwrapped in gowns newly sewn
Until then we are left alone and must fain
To dwell on the aftertaste of love’s refrain

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