Don't Go...
Today marks 16 years.
16 years since you've been gone ...
That's 192 months.
5843.87518 days without you.
And I didn't think I would last one.
If I could have told you'Don't go'...You might have listened.But I didn't get a chanceYou were gone before I knew it.God waited until we leftAnd only Patrick was there.And he is a pushover.He wouldn't think to bargainOr to put up a fight.He'd stand back like the big saftie he is.He'd have listened to the line'I'm taking her to eternal rest now'And thought,Yeh, she could do with some of that.Where I would have said'Not on my watch. Leave it to me—I'll handle this one boss'We would have said,'Don't go. Don't leave us'.Me hanging on one leg,Margaret hanging on the other.Just like in days of the bingo.And you would have looked at our teary, worried faces, and big sad eyes,That were like burnt holes in blankets,And you would have said—'not tonight Jesus'.