How Many Cups Should I Fill Full... Poem by Moses Ocharo

How many cups should i fill full
with tears? This that shed my soul
'Cause death hath played you foul
into the grave to you coldly pull
you, only weak and in bed caged
t'is no fight. 'Tis but a skew
now you hath the companion of dew
the soil has your all now engaged
and how helpless thou hast left me
my heart shattered, into this pieces
if only horses were but wishes...
No! My mind canst with this agree
say you that i becalm, and 'twill pass?
How? When grief me thus does encompass?