Tear

The tear that falls upon my cheek
Is not of one I often speak
For it consists more than you see
Seeming as if only water to be
Holding in joy along with pain
Even after its gone memories remain
This tear I shed is one of many
I’d be rich if for each one I had a penny
Every one came with its own reason
Not stopping for the time, day, or a season
Some shed secretly at dark, others during light
Yet not so many fell in the day as in night
Yes these droplets come to us all
Leaving their stain of life on big and small

Rose Hewins
©2-11-04