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 theyβre 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. Theyβre always with us, no matter our years. We never grow too old to shed a few tears.