Broken hearted and sad, I walk upright; A dumb ape in a world of dumb apes, A log in the waves. Knowing sorrow is beside, I walk upright. "Oh crown of light!" I sometimes say, "I know you're grand, But I must not forget my wife, So I hold her hand" Log in the waves: Effortless through oceans squalls, And we know storms are relentless, So so are we. We will know not to leave. Sadness, my wife, and I are honest with each other And in mornings, I reach my hand under the quilt where she hides To tickle her feet and at my touch, She always cracks a smile