Nothing More Than A...Cry! Poem by jimmy zepp

Did we ever ask about what concerned us more?
Did we make a chart about what we hate or we adore?
Well, don’t forget my friend that we are all mortals,
Often we walk against our principles and morals…

So, our parents take the initiative, God puts us in a womb,
Our journey begins all the way from cradle to the tomb,
For them it’s romance, love and a sigh,
But for us…it’s only a…cry!

We inhale our first breath, and right after it, we begin to cry,
Our heart enters a new circulation, telling the old one, goodbye,
The delighted mother cannot hold her tears; she’s happy; she cries,
Most probably fathers get proud, and begin to learn some lullabies…

Now the evenings are longer than before, for the baby keeps crying,
Is he or she hungry or sick, if not, why is the baby not softly sleeping?
Days shall pass, the baby will take the first steps, will keep on trying,
But every time when falls, will get back on feet, with tears and weeping…

Months will follow, now it’s time for teeth eruption; dentition,
Oh what a mess! Swollen gums, high temperature, full of tension,
Again the same old cry, for the baby needs more and more attention,
Soon will attend school, watch out for a good environment; protection…

Yes the baby will grow; the dream will join all the way through,
New horizons, visions, all will take part, for them to come true,
But if one fails to have a promising outcome, the youngster will cry,
Didn’t we all have those moments; didn’t we all make a similar try?

Years would roll over; parents will get old, or even die so young,
Our hero will feel alone; never will forget the songs they had sung,
Too much to bear, life is harsh, but must still take the road; get along,
The journey is still ahead; the road of life is ups and downs; too long…

Most probably fall in love; is anyone aware what love can do?
It can take you high, or deep down below; don’t you know?
Won’t you cry again of happiness, or of a disappointing blow?
Will you stick to your love; or just cry, and watch it slip and go?

Now the story must end, for your gums are bleeding and teeth; mobile,
You envy your golden years, when you were young; a vigorous juvenile,
Packs of medicines now decorate your shelf, where once were the candies,
Now you cry, afraid of the leaving, isn’t it the same cry, when we were babies?