These days there seem to be no victories, <br />No marches in triumph between a roaring crowd: <br />Only the sad parade of sorrow, <br />The sounds of pain keening on a carrying breeze. <br />Your friend’s eyes full of sympathy, <br />Ears catching your confessing words: <br />But behind the attentive face <br />He waits the time <br />To match your grief with his.<br /><br />Roy William Gotaas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-and-meaningful-conversations/
