When am I allowed to grieve ?
Never or near tomorrow ?
Gripping tight how right I would embrace a hollow ?
Knowing all I know of joy how lucky I should feel,
To be so lucky life has spared me worse a fate than me.
All I ought appreciate
All that dives to miss my fate
All wrong that in each day is not
Blessings of a life forgot?
Pinch me to remind the smile
All the gifts aware
I am of nothing less
And yet I drown to dress
The feeling in fine cloth
Forgetting what is not, and is
An absence worth no jot
Yet must I grasp what is
To safeguard that we live?
