Why You Are Sad

WHY YOU ARE SAD This is a poem for the broken-spirited Who did not muscle forward when it warranted Grab opportunity that itself presented Giving cause to having their blessings resented Your heart, is art These are words for the silent observer Leaving other narratives to hold court ever Who in quiet separates and tries to sever The self from such convicted endeavour Your voice, your part This is a rhythm for the lonely tome Searching for a heart to call home A telling that with the tale wander and roam Of master, slave and castled tomb Your trip, your chart This is the music for the funeral-singer These the dirges that in sorrow linger Where sadness pain and melancholy finger The denial of potential as hope-bringer No end, no start SP