So yes, between the days of good,
A few tears still I shed,
I just cant seem to rid the last,
I thought I'd put them all to bed.
I still have thoughts, reminders left,
That show their face at times,
And yes, a tear falls to my heart,
And oh so gently settles there.
I thought the years had softened cries,
Yet once again I'm drying eyes,
The shades of wetness fill old tracks,
And I am clearly still held back.
Perhaps one day my tears will dry,
They almost fool me sometimes,
And then the nightime brings them back,
Filling old familiar cracks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps one day my tears will dry, They almost fool me sometimes, And then the nightime brings them back, Filling old familiar cracks..leave the past..... it is gone....... why shoul we live in the past? live in the present... life is much more than all that happened in our lives.. thank u dear poetess Sarah.. tony
Thank you Tony for your comments. Much appreciated