NO TIME LIMIT TO GRIEF.

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.

No time limit to grief,
lasting long after any flowered wreath,

outlasting any green to crumbled leaf,
an eternity will seem all too brief,

and that shadow of hurt and pain
will come again and again,

leaving wounds and wounds remain
bloodied, and pushing the limits of sane

and sane to seeming insane
with all lost nothing to gain

if we stay and remain,
grief has no limits here,

miss you, my son, my dear,
and in my aged eyes, tear on tear,

and always will, I guess, appear
year after year after year.