In the dark corner of the room, <br />information was received <br />that her husband had expired <br />and was worthy of the grave <br />as the party began to fizzle out <br />like the last mist of a summer shower. <br /> <br />Sometimes death is met with depression, <br />sometimes with revelation and confession, <br />at times, merely with regret or fascination, <br />but God have mercy when it is met <br />with relief or jubilation. <br /> <br />She was silent and far from crying, <br />I hated to shake a dead man’s hand <br />in gratitude for dying, <br />but opportunity is ever present <br />in the lonely pursuit of love.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-man-s-hand-3/
