A Poet Cries Real Tears
a poet cries real tears
I am speaking to you
from inside my head
I shake it and out tumbles
words in scrabble pieces
shiny lacquered squares
to build a thought
that will express the what
and where, of my yards of thinking.
Some times it claws and rends
a thundering lion of ideas; anger, hurt
wanting to shred the very existence
of those who lie and cheat
expose their greed and noxious deeds
in a way that all could see
and understand that we are not sheep
who sleep upon a heap of disaster.
Again I shake and springs forth
hope and tears that carry away the anger
clear my vision to see a homeless man
helping some one in greater need
a child looking in awe at Santa Claus
asking, a gift for another
soup kitchen volunteers lining up
to feed the world. all the many
hidden kindnesses that travel
upward across the sky
leaving tiny trails of light and hope.
we do not need more words
we need more people speaking out
more gentle love and understanding
breathe the air take in the hope
do not let those who are dark
with their burden of cynicism
belittle the silver threads of humanity
for no matter how worn the phrase
how ill-used it may be
goodness still exists and will live forever.
GOODNESS WILL TRIUMPH!!!
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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