SONNET ON THE BEREAVED

Sorrow ages me.
Grief his brother same.
None a better brother,
Same their countenance.
Vulgar would be me
If our friendship tarry.
'e story's how do I?
When memories really linger.
Moving on is harder
But letting go is better.
Searching 's all I've got to,
For finding joy 's a jackpot,
Of bidden sorrow farewell
And the future will be fair.