Crying In A Dream Poem by Richard Jarboe

Did you ever wake up crying in a dream
Did you ever wonder what it might mean?
Every sinew weeping inside
Until the sun comes up and you recall how you cried.

Aristotle told us there's two kinds of men
One is free the other a slave
Did you ever wonder how it all evens out
Both end up in a grave.

Tears for both men fall in the gloom
Fears for both men end at the tomb
Dread of images made of stone
Both men now are alone.

Maybe alone is how it should to be
When alone, you're alone peacefully
When you're alone there's no pain inside
And you can forget how you cried.