Story Often Told

He was a carpenter, works of wood and steel. He always had a new idea planned.

She was from London town, never wore a frown.  Together they made music for themselves.

Sitting in the loft, strumming on guitars their songs sang words of love and better days.

Little did they know how fast life can go.

Words changed over time, ever changing rhyme, moving on from one phase into the next.

She was from London town, never wore a frown. She lost her way and found her self astray.

He was a carpenter, found himself alone. Blamed himself until his final day.

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