Can you wrap up peace of mind
And tie it with a string
A present for future days
When loss begins to sting
It is such a fickle friend
Yearned for but out of touch
At times to show its face
As if dropping by for lunch
But given ample chances
Without discerned reason
To softly slip away
Like the passing of a season
Yet sometimes to return
When spirit is cold or lost
With a warm supporting smile
That melts away the frost