Sad salutations, <br />Funerals that precede death, <br />Dashed expectations, <br />Warm moonlight glow <br />That vanishes in wintry cold. <br /> <br />Some friends depart <br />When their smile and laughter <br />Are appreciated most, <br />Some friends never arrive <br />And one can only imagine <br />The unique pleasure <br />Their presence would impart. <br /> <br />A dark-haired girl <br />Breaks my heart <br />As the music in the city <br />Fails to start, <br />But of course, <br />It is all my fault: <br /> <br />I’m a poet without the proper words <br />To calm anticipated fears <br />And instill a magical trust <br />In the compassionate harmony <br />Of a kind and considerate universe.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poet-without-proper-words/
