My Resting Place

Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing out of sight,
My friend of friends, whom I shall miss
He is not banished, though, for this-
Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.

Thought I shall walk with him no more,
A low voice sound upon the shore.
He must not watch my resting place
But who shall draive a mournful face
From the sad winds about my door.

I shall not hear his voice complain
But who shall stop the patient rain?
His tears must not disturb my heart
But who shall change the years, and part
The world from every thought of pain?

He is not banished, for the showers
Yet wake this green warm earth of ours.
How can the summer but be sweet?
I shall not have him at my feet,
And yet my feet are on the flowers.

By Anonymous English Poet

Mulfunctioning...

I let my eyes close
and it never open up to anything since then!

I let my mouth keep quiet
and it never voice out a thing since then!

I let my brain rest
and it never work again since then!

He made my heart cry
and it never stop since then!