Some give us the facts in a neat little bundle
Others struggle, with buckets of words
Sometimes it’s a jumble, a random mumble
Some spill it out, all over the page
Others fill our hearts with passion and rage
Some are caustic and some are loud
While others are quiet, gentle and proud
Some are verbose, brimming with joy
Then there’s the candour, the uninvited slander
Give me those who come with a wish with a prayer
Who tell us not to despair, oh so many losses, so much to repair
Walk softly, they tell us, walk with care
for you walk in places where angels don't dare.