Sorrow
Sorrow was a stranger
So I knew not his name
But then he made me play his game
He came unexpectedly one day
With a heart-stopping blow
And reduced me to tears of unending flow
Sorrow played my heartstrings
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast
A haunting rhythm of times now past
Sorrow knew no boundaries
Endless tears brought no relief
He flourished in their salty grief
As time now ebbs slowly by
Sorrow wears a gentler face
Smiles and laughter I carefully embrace
He still plays his music
Sometimes slow and achingly sad
Sometimes fast, brimming with joy
Sorrow now plays bittersweet memories of long-ago
Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2015
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