Tears
Is it an onion?
Or, is it a tear?
I
See
A life
As like
Peeling an
Onion. At first
The layers are thin
And hardly noticeable.
Then as you go along the
Layers become much thicker
Laced with flavor and vitamins
And tears, sweet precious tears
We should treasure and savor
Each one. For, the dead
Cry no more.
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010
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