Written by: harry horsman


Tears what are those?
For me they never came
the belt buckle saw to that,
yet here on soup
poets write of tears,
those of sorrow
those of happiness,
but are these only 
manifestations of poetry?
The imagery of a fragment
of an imagination.
Oh boy! have I never lived?
a tear I need
to be human
this tear I fear... the most!

© Harry J Horsman 2013