Saturday, July 7, 2007

Man born as a Cry

when he is born
his new world
drowned in a cry
as he grows
his tears will dry
his life a see saw
sometimes low
sometimes high
his freckled fate
he will defy
marry have children
relearn to cry
every moment
hidden in the folds of a sigh
when his last time comes
he will say goodbye
time to leave time to die
those around the grave
black clothes
widows weed
all unlearning to cry
this is one path
they too will cross
before they pass by
a wind a whisper
that wont say why
you came you lived
you saw you died
shy bashful your body
hidden in the folds of the earth
with you
you take your
vanity and your pride
humility as your tombstone
by your new bedsite

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