Fine.

Here's a poem. I like it. It is my most recent. 5 points to whomever can guess when!

--
What of the Dead

and what of the cold dawn
what of the light
that creeps o'er the mountains
and freezes us all

what of the child
what of the night
the darkness that buries
and ruins us all

what of the words
that were never said
to the loved one lay dying
or already dead

what of the sparkle
what of the tears
the division of eyes, of hearts
that limits us all

what of the fear
what of the sadness
that lives on the inside
and sickens us all

what of the love,
we never expressed
what of the emptiness,
and how they'll be missed

a salute to the living
means naught to the dead
for the relief that we're bringing,
is all in our heads
--

Still on lunch...
Still at work...
Still not a master of the kefitzat haderech...