Wrap up your woes

I have been feeling a bit down these past couple of days because I have found out that a teacher of mine has passed away. (This is the third death in recent times as a friend and a former classmate of mine also passed away recently).
I used to meet him in the morning at the Lake Garden during my daily walk. He was very fit as he takes good care of himself and there was not an inch of extra fat. It makes me feel so vulnerable. I know, I know; I have often said that I am ready to go but darn it, it is difficult to leave the loved ones behind. Perhaps a good cry would help but men do not cry; they doodle.
This reminds me of the poem I wrote using words with 4 letters or less. Now, I admit that I do know a couple of 4-letter swear words but I can assure you these were not used.


Wrap up your woes,
Toss them into the bin.
Away the bin goes
With what has been.

Keep your chin up
What the case may be;
Go wild at the pub;
Let it out with glee.

For no one will care
Or lend an ear;
No one will even dare
To try to get near.

If all you do is cry.
Need I tell you why?


Sir,
I know you love our Lake Garden so these pictures are for you. I hope you like them.