sorrow is a bitter beer
thief of words and thoughts and cheer
leaves a hole in human heart
strains the soul and love apart.

sorrow is a lonely sound
a violent thug, a faithless hound
a grey oppression, heavy weight
a dollar short, too long late

heart so empty sheds no tear
for sorrow is a bitter beer.

In honour of the anniversary of the birth of the Scottish poet Robert Burns and with my son B, and his recent surgery, in mind I offer this poem :--

( Address to the Toothache )

I suddenly had an urge for the Xena/ Gilbert & Sullivan filk song, "The Heroine Barbarian"

http://www.warriorprincess.com/funstuff/heroinebarbarian.shtml
( and the song )

This poem is on my mind today. Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.
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