On Tears

Tears are natural
Perhaps the most natural of things
To be produced by us
In the course of our lives

Tears shed by a wounded body
Or heart or perhaps
A dawn too beautiful
To be believed

The tears shed by a child
Before learning to speak
Are the most pure of all tears
In the known world

I am trying to remember the last
Time I cried big pouring
Tears from my eyes down to
My chin and onto the ground

Salted tears cannot help be
That way My niece was crying
And her tears were flowing and
Her face was as red as her cries

The anguish of pain
We do anything to relieve it
Within ourselves and those
Closest to us

Tears are not flowing from me now
They will given enough time
I will have no choice other than
To let them fall