The tears are set off
By almost any thing
A hug
An I’m sorry
Or ever a look
Start the tears flowing
I can't control them
Let alone make them stop
So don't tell me to go die
Or I might just go do so
On this day
A while back
A family friend’s father
Was killed by a drunk driver.
On his way home from work
Thinking of the thanksgiving meal tomorrow
He never made it home
To see him 4 year old son
On that cold night
The day before thanksgiving
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I would like to translate this poem
Sad and honest... keep writing it will help you release the negative energy that is beyong your control... live whats inside you and not whats around you...