Literature
A Wedding Guest
As I sat in black as a wedding guest
Oh what emotions lashed at my aching chest,
Alas! If I could free through poetry
The words that would bleed me dry of thee,
Nay, humble letters could never say
What my heart felt after a lifetime of flay,
And the dream that was so dulcet and deep
Was but another's to cherish and keep,
Where among all our golden days
Did I lose creation's propitous rays?
And now under the shade of darkest sable
I realized life was no lover's fable,
All our days and all our years
That bore along both smiles and tears
Were priceless cherubic memories
Or just wildflowers in the breeze,
And so I sat amidst the c