O Grief

O Grief, you think that you are so beautiful and that is why men desire you after their wives have died. You think that you are so attractive and no one but you can replace the lost brother, sister, child, lover. You think that you are comforting, but you are just pushy and no one knows what to say to you. You think that you are only moving hair from our eyes, but we are not crying because of the hair.