Glum Yet Grateful

Here comes the dawn of a thoughtful Mourn. Month of the desecrated demise of a Monumental personage. Unpleasant feels beclouds the air I consume, My structure reconciles itself to the dreadful wake of the dawn. Hushed his grief within, As though He counts it less. Burdened the hearts become. For the weight tears apart within. Boundary with her, Was the sweetness of existence. In a tick of misery Hard to lug Uneasy to let slip Oh Death where’s thy sting So fresh is the love of the parted soul Mourning till an afterlife In her two gems he rejoices. As life gives succor. Though Growth he beckons For an extended home, before night falls. Life’s unplayed cards Relinquishes-daunts my being Fathoming its depth Again and again Glum yet Grateful For the Supreme One Alone knows all and the why We seem still within ourselves. Three Decades plus Six Yet I breathe To make proud This Monumental Personage.