There is a river that flows by my window
And the tears that fall from my eyes with it compete
I often wonder which one will be
The one that dries up the first
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How long will these tears go on flowing
Like a river flowing into the ocean
With one slight difference
My tears its ocean cannot be reached
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I asked the moon what should I do
She seemed a perfect one to pose that question to
She bowed her head and with so sadder eyes I have ever seen
She kissed my cheek and shook her head
Such a question many times I have been asked
But ne’er an answer to me did reveal
And at her response
As if on cueThe tears again begin to flow
The Sun I said you are warm and bright
Can you dry up these weeping eyes
When all of a sudden from out of thin air
Came a cloud as dark as night.
The sun face I could no longer see
So his answer I could not retrieve
And the tears continue to flow
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia