funny poetry

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
grieve not for the invisible
over the river, on the hill
when i looked into your eyes
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
out of the window a sea of green trees
i saw with open eyes
a storm is riding on the tide
had he and i but met
there was a time in former years
when the hours of day are numbered