My Tear Ducts

Cried all night and cried til

The break of dawn

Than cried some more

Can you tell me where so

Many tears flow?

!drop 2drop and here come

3 drops,

Laugh, seem like I would be

Dried out by now

Wouldn’t you think?

But, many, many seem to fall

Wherever and whenever never

Mine me,

So

“I whisper sigh”

I’ve  cried so much I can’t

Count the teardrops

So plentiful they make three

“Ah,

“Ah, just lonesome and blue”

My Lord so many teardrop

Has fallen.

My tear ducts feel tried and

Strained..
In need of a bit of moisture

But, the teardrop just come

Never mine me

But, “Lord”

Oh Lord send me a small bottle

Of clear eyes to help my
  
 Situation..

For my tear ducts is pouring

Out dry tears..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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