Oh Byron, had you lived today
Would you have penned,
'She walks in Beauty like the night....? '
I rather think you would have said,
...
'Twas a darkling, dismal day
Of angry purple and stormy gray
For snuggles in bedding downy deep
To rest and sleep
...
He who created the sun
And caused the stars to shine
And makes the Earth revolve
Also made you mine
...
Today I found out my father had died
I was surprised to find tears on my cheeks
To feel the achy hollowness of grief
...