Can anyone enlighten me as to the author of this poem? I found it on an ancient scrap of paper in my late aunt’s effects. I can’t trace it on Google. She recently died aged almost 104 and we think the love of her life was a married Canadian serviceman. Very poignant.
‘Sometimes the heart into a thousand pieces breaks, or so it seems, and life ceases
And all the years ahead the mind conceives as dead
But always in the end, time proves the stronger dulling the pain until no longer can faithful memory make the old sound even ache‘
What time do you get up and go to bed?
