My tears welled up <br />with little warning. <br />They filled my eyes <br />and then spilled out. <br />There was no sadness <br />and no mourning, <br />I wondered what it was about. <br />I think the reason <br />that the tears <br />run down our face in rivulets <br />is that they wash away our fears <br />and selfish thoughts one sometimes gets. <br />It's true that heartache is the mother <br />of all the tiny drops of dew. <br />But we don't shed tears for another. <br />So, when I cry - it's not for you. <br />Self-pity makes the raindrops fall, <br />when angels cry for people's sins. <br />The same occurs, or not at all, <br />when inside us that devil grins. <br />And nothing's changed since we were kids, <br />we had our tantrums then, to get <br />what we desired, that was it. <br />We cried when our pants were wet, <br />and when we wanted special treats, <br />were hungry, thirsty, hot or cold. <br />But, do we cry when someone meets <br />disaster, sickness or great loss? <br />Or does our inner teardropkeeper, <br />who shapes the drops and gives them gloss <br />say 'GO' in awe of the Grim Reaper? <br /> <br />Well, now you know <br />we never weep <br />predominantly for mankind. <br />Our eyes run over <br />when we keep <br />self-pity in our inner mind.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-37/
