In Sorrow Walked and Talked
Each moment he had to grieve,
He would his chest widely heave
But while he did often walked
And sometimes easily talked!
Sorrow not the same as Chain:
Not what should halt Moving Train;
So, while crying use your brain
And tears you could dry with sleeve;
In a way would you relieve:
One may one’s handkerchief leave
And in Finesse not believe...
Some moments one had to grieve
It was for a sought reprieve…
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