Sadness.

Sadness.Dewy tear drops on your cheek,
Barren loneliness that you seek.
A form of sadness weighs you down.
Bereavement clothes you like a gown.
A human frailness I do see,
On your visits, rare to me.
Have you lost that costly spark,
That guides we humans through the dark.
Must your sorrow so sadly clear,
Cling through to my unwilling ear.
For each one of us alone,
Has a wanting to atone.
A need of love forever lost,
An endless time of foreboding frost.
The coldness of that waiting grave,
Frantic efforts your way to pave.
To bring back to life, once more,
With love and tenderness, so very sure.
That you dear friend, may with me,
Go hand in hand through eternity.

© Bernard Shaw