When Father cries <br />The clouds darken over the skies <br />Soon enough the tears will genteelly fall <br />When they fall many of use will still complain <br />Yet the wise know we keep the rain <br />We continue about our day unconcerned <br />So unaware <br />Why the fields appear to empty <br />So bare <br />Green shade no longing greets the grass <br />The weather differs each day from the last <br />Vices whisper tenderly within our ears, pouring out lies <br />We turn to things that most would ultimately despise <br />The pain curdles as he watches earth from his window <br />The cloud like curtain begins to close <br />So the darkness from the storm begins to roll about the skies <br />As he sits on his throne he cups his face in his hands <br />Lighten begins to prance over the land <br />What seemed like weeps has now turned to hail <br />He lifts his head and wipes his eyes <br />He sighs wondering; <br /> How much longer will we live such deceitful lives? <br />By Shannon Hogan<br /><br />Shannon Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-father-cries/
