Inner Tears

I have heard that when you cry

Tears are words the heart can’t express,

Though whatever the explanation

It is a sign of great distress.

Of course there are tears of joy

And some of laughter in a form,

But none can seem as heartrending

As anguish riding out a storm.

Tears of grief or frustration perhaps

Are streaming down your face,

You should not be ashamed of this

As it’s really no disgrace.

For those who cry are often caring

And so let their passions free,

Unlike blank faced stone hearts

Who other people’s woes can’t see!

We can cry at the world’s sadness

Or what it has all done to us,

So some will weep out openly

Others cry with much less fuss.

But however you shed your tears

When pain’s too much to bear,

It just proves you have empathy

And that you do, really care.

So pucker up, let yourself go

Express emotions and your views,

For if you cannot manage this

You have a life without clues!

Dead Flowers

Dead flowers in a field or vase

Have no more glory to show,

For most had been spectacular

Before their time to go!

Strong, upright in radiant colour

They stood proudly on display,

But now their beauty has gone

Their heads sag with dismay.

Some flowers never get to bloom

And fulfil the promise of a spread,

For a cruel wind or sudden frost

Cuts their emerging beauty dead.

Dead flowers in a field or vase

Have no more glory to show,

For most had been spectacular

Before their time to go!

Sadly humans can be as flowers

With loss of radiance near our end,

Despite the glamour we had once

Health and vigour are a dying trend.

But with those gifts we had our peak

And made choices with the time,

Unlike children or young flowers

Who are cut short in their prime!

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