A Mornings Word 09/07/07 Poem by wordsy wright

Written by the hand of innocents
through the eyes of ignorance
Thoughts in mind, so naïve
to wisdoms side is lent
Held in kind by worded woe
for sadness sorry sake
Left to plunder the depths so low
as dealt in life by fate
And tears brought forth by loneliness
so seem to ever flow
Caught up in sorrow’s shade
where only the lonely know
That held in time, are the memories
though faded some by years
And washed in those long now dried
the countless, endless tears