All English Sonnets
A TRUE FRIEND’S ADVICE TO BEAR HER LOSS
How true that grief can never bring her back,
why curse luck, wail her loss, berate
Her earthly absence? why not fill her lack,
By thoughts of moments spent with her? Ah! fate
Has taken her. You say, “All grief is black”,
It smears sacred moments spent with her,
You sympathies. Your presence in a blur,
Unsettles me and huddles in my shack.
I all anew bewail her grievous loss
And ache and burn. My heart unheeding grieves.
How true is what you say but still my dear,
I try to banish grief but cannot pass.
And you, yourself are wiping with your sleeves
Your eyes, though telling, not to shed a tear.