Good Grief


After a dark night

Came a sad mourning.


Woe desolation despondency,

There is no good grief.


Grever:  To Burden

I had a heaviness of heart.


Remorse regret pining

Bereavement took its toll.


A knell lamented and sorrow

Cast an even darker shadow

On the blues of my tormented soul.





ps


I am fully convinced that what I

Have gone through this last year

Was a grieving process for an

Array of life’s occurrences all of

Which came upon me at the

Same time. Retiring, moving

From France to Ireland to look

After my mother, my mother dying

Selling the house, immigrating at

71, moving back to Europe but

This time homeless, Developing

A malfunctioning Thyroid added

To a Prostate problem. It was

A recipe for disaster and all during

The confinement of Covid. Plus

The sensitivities of the alcoholic mind.