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TEARS (Die Laughing)
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Hyacinth garden Sometimes, I must quickly wipe the tear from my eye.
I have to do it fast, you know a man cannot cry.
I remember the laborers laughing at me in years gone by.
In addition, my father’s voice bellowed after me, “real men cannot cry”!
I was such a small boy, which learned his lessons on his very first try.
I ran to my bedroom and from the little window where I then would spy.
Looking out on a world that could never answer the question why?
Our time is filled with interludes, sometimes so very low, others monumentally high.
The years passed so swiftly, with the passing of time so many friends have said, “Goodbye”!
On my knees, I call out my objections to a cold soulless gray sky.
These moments where I seemingly have no spirit and I receive no reply.
All through my time, whether in 1963, 73, 86, 92, or in 2001, for all of us passing will vie.
You name a year; in his trade, the grim reaper has had ample supply.
I only have a free feeling deep within and on that feeling I can only rely.
I know the gift of life is fleeting, and it is better to live laughing aloud as I fly.
As I fly to the instant that, I die, laughing so hard that I cannot wipe the tear from my eye.
Oh god...this was very
Oh god...this was very touching for me. Reminds me so much of my Dad.... xo.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
yeah
it is about being a dad too..
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I connect very well
with this poem. I have developed a fear of crying. A fear of showing weak emotion. Sometimes I feel so cold laughing tragedy off... but it is all I can do to keep the tears away.
Dylan it is then my friend. Though vestages of Roy Rodgers return to me in the other. This is a good poem and I see in it the fall of all men who fell at a early age to the God of stalwart. One quickly chokes back the tears so hard that they stick to the bottom of our soul to never return for some. Thanks to my girls, I can cry at a movie and not feel silly. My grandfather once said to me many years ago. "You know Herman,as I get older, my eyes get closer to my kidneys." Good poem! May your kidneys rule your humanism and not the stone stature of manhood.
Laughin' Cryin'
There's a song by Smokey Robinson and The Miracles "I Got To Dance To Keep From Cryin'". Don't know the source, maybe from old blues tune. A Tyler Perry play.- Lady A