They say that for seven years She paced the widow’s walk Upon her fine clapboard house Watching the horizon by the hour For a ship that never came
And then one day she hired A fine young man talented in Carpentry and building and She had the widow’s walk Removed ~ the boards burned
It seemed she had decided to Reclaim her life and her heart And her friends were glad for her And gladder still when she gave Her heart and hand to the carpenter
The siren startles me From my aimless thoughts ~ I watch the ambulance Jockey for position At the crowded intersection ~ And I think of the Anxious hearts awaiting Its arrival ~ straining To hear the first notes Of its wailing cry ~ Counting down the Life of a loved one In agonizing seconds ~ Storming heaven with A mix of threats and Pitiful entreaty ~ Making deals they would Have scorned just Moments prior ~ So much resting on The swift arrival of this Vehicle of mercy ~ Will it be in time … ?
Annabelle was the gayest I’ve ever seen her ~ Gliding across the floor In the arms of Her latest suitor ~ Gazing into his eyes ~ Giving every Appearance of having A wonderful time ~
And even though It was the wedding Reception for her Best friend ~ who had just Wed her former fiancé ~ You would never Have known it ~
Even when the happy Couple drove away on Their honeymoon journey ~ She continued to dance And laugh ~ until the Last guests began to leave ~
Which is why we Were all so surprised ~ When she went home And drank a glass Of poisoned wine ~