Tinsel Tears Poem by Saint Eule

If you were just a tin man,
Like the one in the land of OZ.
No heart to shed a tear with,
A rusty disposition want of cause.

Waiting for a hundred years,
for just a dropp of oil.
Waiting to shed tinsel tears,
A solitary strand of foil.

A kind word can be magical,
Can often free the rust.
Why not try it on a stranger,
Kindness is like angel dust.

A smile and a compliment,
makes a heart become anew.
To bring joy to the tin man,
takes just a kind word from you.