Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
The thought she's in a better place
Only doubled mourning.
The better place is here.
Why can't she still be here?
douglas scotney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-robinson/
