One day, so many years ago
Upon this world, now worn
'Twas little need for tears to flow
When others chose to scorn
For when the thoughts of those who sneered
Seemed different from our own
We walked away on pathways geared
For us to stride, alone.

Some say the time was different then
Speaking of seasons changed
But yet, no one remembers when
The world was rearranged
To where we feel the need to cry
Whenever roads are tough
Instead of giving strength a try
In moments, deemed as rough.

There is no shame in crying, true
I know this fact by heart
But when the nighttime hours are through
We find a newborn start
Within the sunlight of the day
Removed from sorrow’s trance
As brilliant beams direct our way
Upon a second chance.

One day, so many years ago
In this new world of doubt
'Twas little need for tears to flow

Or need to stop and pout
Sadness was not the commonplace
Our lives were managed well
When troubles were handled with grace
And teardrops seldom fell.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection