Bits and Pieces

 

Nothing tore at Mary’s’ Heart

as seeing Stanley fall apart

his hair, she says, was first to leave

there was no time to grieve,

 

The British Isles they’d hoped to see

Instead, she says, they bought a knee,

 

His vision flickered near and far

His toothy smile – in a jar

 

Yet still she loved and wore his ring

she cried at night

he heard nothing,

 

What a dreadful plan as time increases –

to have us leave in bits and pieces,

 

Stan tells the story in reverse

Says into Heaven he’ll get there first,

 

His victory, though by December

Was nothing Stanley could remember.