Touch of grief (A Poem)

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It's not what you do,
but what You've left undone,
That gives you a touch of heartbreak,
through the wimpy starry night.

• The tender words forgotten

• The letters you failed to write

• stones you might have raised,
  Out of a brother's way

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• The little bit of council neglected,
  in your haste

• An helpful hand you own
  but can't afford to share

These little acts of kindness
So simply out of love,
These opportunities to be angels,
Which we all tend to find

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• They come in slow and silent

• When hope is faint and tired,

• And fate comes without warning, to
  serve it's bitter wine.

• Now life is only too short, friend,

• And sorrow is all too nice,

• To suffer our slow compassion

• That tarries till too late:
  And it's not the things you do,
  But those You've left undone,
  Which gives you a touch of grief,
  At the setting of the sun.