Alas, to write of love and loss and death

Alas to write of love and loss and death Should cause us all to savor every breath And yet we squander time and precious ink Commenting on the thoughts that others think For thoughts are woven from recycled thread Rekindling the life of things for too long dead Cause us to search for long forgotten tears For thoughts of death awaken all our fears So, is it better to be free from thought For fear we may recover what we sought Somehow squeeze the tears to streams of ink To write with honesty the things we think For is not joy the memory we seek So give it voice, be bold, and let it speak