Steaming Bowl

Everyone has a steaming bowl of sadness A bucket of tears But mine is coated with madness And sprinkled with fears We all get one pot For every sad thing We cry without thought For no cheerful bells ring They keep coming and coming We can't make them stop We try running and running Like robber from cop But we just can't get away They just won't go The tears are to pay For what we don't know Every bowl will hit like one big barge... But I think mine is two sizes too large