Poetry Interval

Sorrow

by Robt Browning Hamilton

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.

Teri, on right, and I attended our high school band reunion in June 2005.
The last time I saw her alive.