ATTEMPTS TO MOURN

            By Calvin Trillin


            Oh, sigh.  I try
            To shed a tear for Di,
            But, then, I didn't know her.
            Alas, this lass
            Was of the upper class,
            And mine is so much lower.

            I'd fast, aghast,
            Because Teresa passed,
            Except I'm not too saintly.
            They speak this week
            Of loss that is unique.
            I feel it only faintly.