Ode To the Salty Tear

O' Salty tear, a mere clear drop that you are You've emerged for a million different reasons many of which only the shedder knows for you've emerged in all seasons. The season of sadness or reason of joy the tears of grief and the tears of joy You and your unalloyed saline taste thou art' but an emotional waste. O'Salty tear each time you drop into oblivion why not vanish away with your shedder's grief? I tell you O' tear if you're to take my opinion oughtn't you grant your shedder full relief? Ah but thou art' a ceaseless ocean in reserve and store No one can be sure, he'll cry no more When you trickle down those sad upturned lips we know destiny perhaps made those painful slips! You are the raindrops of a grief-clouded heart You do emerge when two lovers have to part Help your shedder turn over a new leaf so you're associated less with grief. I've watched many a jilted lover weep all alone by the sea-side most sorrowfully and watched tears glide down noses or pince-nez as their salty tears merged into the salty sea. O' Salty tear but it's time you learnt to wash away all and any poignancy from your shedder's heart and be such a buddy who never wishes to meet again the tearful shedder from whom you depart! Would an ocean form created by ditched lovers if someone collected their fallen tears?