Friday, 28 July 2017


Three friends were sitting at the bar,
by late hour undeterred.
"Tell me, my friends," said I, "what are
the saddest words you've heard?"
"Could they be 'we are closed'," said one,
"when trying to buy a drink?
Or how about 'we're dry' my son,"
said the other with a wink.

"But no," said I, "the saddest sound
that you will ever hear,
is two words very often bound
with thoughts of one held dear.
See, once I loved a gal so fair -
in fact I love her yet -
with love that was beyond compare,
though seasoned with regret."

"She loved a better man than I,
saw me as 'just a friend',
she never knew each night I'd cry,
so I had to pretend.
Yes, pretend that she meant nothing,
and didn't hold my heart,
oh, but lads, the strain of bluffing
almost tore me apart."

"We've all been down that road I'm sure,
that well-worn, travelled track,
Where we've no choice but to endure
someone not loving back.
Ah, if only she had loved me,
if only she had dared,
if only she had wanted me,
if only she had cared."

"If only she had needed me,
as living things need air,
if only she had longed for me,
I wouldn't know despair.
Another time, another place,
who knows what might've been?
The look of love upon her face
is what I might've seen."

"Despite my heartache I'll be brave,
though there's no worse fate than this -
of trudging onward to the grave,
and never knowing her kiss.
The saddest words you'll ever hear -
the anthem of the lonely -
come with a sigh and oft a tear -
two whispered words - 'If only'."  

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