“Grief” – From The Pen Of Poet Tom Ryan


By Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

How can you ask me to pretend,
To smile and go my way indifferent,
And busy myself with useless things
And not cry,
Though the tears are bursting from behind my eyes.

How can you say “time makes a difference”
And I shall forget it all,
When I really don’t want to forget,
But to gently remember
The time and times we shared
In the moments before yesterday.

How can you say you’re sorry
And not wonder
Why the earth will not stop wheeling,
Why the stars don’t lose their sparkle
And why, oh why
My sad heart will not break to sorrow.

But even as I ask the questions
I know that I am sorry, too,
And ask forgiveness,
For I’m not myself at all
Since she left this place


Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.  [With my Thanks]


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