86 Pages

His story has 86 pages|Some faded, some cracked, and some torn|Now he is lying there helpless in bed|Just like the day he was born|He is a religious person|His future he now can foretell|Because he's dying and praying to God|Bidding his final farewell|Then from heaven to earth he says|He says||Stop, stop all the crying |I can't hear the ballgame|And to my wife, I'll always love you|But your time is not through|So don't let it waste|But when you come bring up a beer||She sits alone in the kitchen|His picture in her fingertips|Remembers Bermuda on their honeymoon|Way back on page 26|Her tears are drowned out by the clocks bell|It's 5 o'clock works to be done|She starts preparing a dinner for two|But sets the table for one|As she wipes her eyes she says|Says||I can't stop the crying|The tears won't stop falling|And so you know, I'll always love you|And we'll meet again soon |But now's not my time|Wait for me until then||Stop, stop all the crying I can't hear the ballgame|I'll tell you again, I'll always love you|But your time is not through, so don't let it waste|But when you come bring up a beer||