Ode to Grief

 (To be read in an Irish dialect)

Grief, grief, what purpose do you hold?

My heart is filled with pain, yet not for the departed soul;

For I know that life beyond is where she longs to be.

So it shouldn’t be in sorrow, unless the sorrow is for me.

Her gain is my loss and that is plain to see;

for I now have no one to share my thoughts,

and must keep them deep within me.

Soon one morn, my sun will shine,

and a new day it’ll be,

when I can join me loved ones,

and those I long to see.

Grief, grief, what a terrible thing you are.

You take away a person’s joy, and replace it with a scar.

So grief, be on your way, I have no need of thee;

           And take your sorrow, and your pain, and please, just leave me be.

William Gorgus, on the death of his dear wife, Diane June 4^th 2010