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I've never cried at funerals Beside the bowed heads Looking past the markers In this gated community. I've never cried at weddings, Those blissful, blessed tears of joy. Seeing the children settled and content For the years they've yet to live. I've never cried at birthings, Though tears are warranted For years of trouble and ecstasy They will surely cry. I've never cried before the courts Pleading for leniency, Or alone in a cell. I've never cried for lost innocence, Those tears that only come with experience. The loss of a love. I've cried for myself, And I carry a hankie To marvel at the wet spots.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Wet Spots
I've never cried at funerals Beside the bowed heads Looking past the markers In this gated community. I've never cried at weddings, Those blissful, blessed tears of joy. Seeing the children settled and content For the years they've yet to live. I've never cried at birthings, Though tears are warranted For years of trouble and ecstasy They will surely cry. I've never cried before the courts Pleading for leniency, Or alone in a cell. I've never cried for lost innocence, Those tears that only come with experience. The loss of a love. I've cried for myself, And I carry a hankie To marvel at the wet spots.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
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