Do Not Fret
Going around breaking hearts,
Just to see what is inside.
Not a word of compassion,
For the sensitivity of senses.
Not a hint of sentiment,
For the triviality of understanding.
The engravings on a tombstone,
Resulting analogy of a life of choice,
Bear no resonance.
Oh I wish.
I could utter,
Words of appeasement.
I am here.
Do not fret but rejoice;
So are you.
Just to see what is inside.
Not a word of compassion,
For the sensitivity of senses.
Not a hint of sentiment,
For the triviality of understanding.
The engravings on a tombstone,
Resulting analogy of a life of choice,
Bear no resonance.
Oh I wish.
I could utter,
Words of appeasement.
I am here.
Do not fret but rejoice;
So are you.