-- We Cry, Cry, Cry --

by John Herlihy

We cry, cry, cry about many things,

Cry our hearts out at what life brings.

We cry of memories faded in distance,

Tears flow freely, arrive with persistence.

We cry over promises that were broken,

Betrayed by secrets that be openly spoken.

We cry about the many loved ones we miss,

Grown children, departed friends, first kiss.

A shadow of sadness configured in the face,

Calligraphic wrinkles scripted with such grace.

Farewell scene in a movie, death scene in a book,

Tears from watery depths my composure took.

Humanity with its capacity of feeling bereaved,

Profound in its import, in the heart conceived.

Throughout our lifetime moments to simply cry,

Moments of purification that no one could buy.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Sunday 20 October 2024