Born of emotion
their destiny I fear,
is to well into life
then disappear.
Joy, sadness,
anger, pain,
they make no distinctions,
no judgments, no blame.
One of many
they’re too hard to stop.
Hearts break or mend
on a single drop.
They can cheer,
they can cleanse,
show love,
fuel elation,
Or help drown a soul
in total desolation.
They’re always with us,
no matter our years.
We never grow too old
to shed a few tears.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 10:38 PM UTC
Born of emotion
their destiny I fear,
is to well into life
then disappear.
Joy, sadness,
anger, pain,
they make no distinctions,
no judgments, no blame.
One of many
they’re too hard to stop.
Hearts break or mend
on a single drop.
They can cheer,
they can cleanse,
show love,
fuel elation,
Or help drown a soul
in total desolation.
They’re always with us,
no matter our years.
We never grow too old
to shed a few tears.
Copyright 2001 by Guy Workman