Joy resided in a house by the bay

Through the window she would stare everyday

Her husband, four years ago, left to war

And from that day she would wait by the door

She feared for his welfare, cried for his life

She longed to remain her husband’s dear wife

She wailed, and cried, and sobbed in duration

Her mate, away dying for his nation

One especially sad and gloomy day

Joy decided never again to pray

No news was bad news in her twisted book

So to the heavens no more would she look

Her faith was gone and her hope long since lost

Despair would remain, her heart dead in frost

One lonely evening, as she looked to sea

No longer solitary would Joy be

It had been ten years since she gave up hope

None could have cheered her, not even the Pope

She looked o’er the shore cliff, famed in Devon

With one step Joy’d join her love in Heaven

Unfortunately her fate was quite dire

Her cold heart defrosting in Hell’s fierce fire

Had she waited a day, healed she would be

Her love had returned, on boat, by the sea