Tears of Youth
Tears of a child so wet and free
Sometimes sad others glee
Comforted by a Mothers' touch
A hug a kiss assured a hush
And when not a youth
But almost grown
The well of tears go dry
As life's' will is sewn
As a Man a soul
Cries much less
Emotions controlled
Unmanned duress
A stronger faith
A hope a prayer
Spiritual strength
When no other
Is there.
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