Thus scurry my thoughts as I watch unmoved
Of one mate gone and the other arrived.
Where goes the pink, with life’s music removed?
And the calm, with death’s lissome shroud deprived?
Uneventful death is life’s dreaded act
And lo! behold another falls. They cry
A desultory wail, spiting Fate’s pact
To keep alive one’s love till love shall dry.
Though scythes will fall on unshent and sinner
They will befriend the fearless and wiser.