I Cannot Count The Tears Poem by Randy McClave

I cannot count the tears
Nor, can I count the hate,
Though I can only count
The men, that hate did take.
I cannot curse the world
Nor, can I curse the few,
But, I wish that I could curse
The men that hate knew.
I wish that there was no pain
I wish there was no grave,
But, again it keeps calling
Like the rain does on a cloudy day.
We are given life
And we are given death,
We are then given the choice
To make existence, the worst or best.
I cannot count the suffering
Nor, can I count the sorrow,
Though I can see and hear it today
And of course I will tomorrow.
I cannot count the bullets
Nor, can I count the hymns played,
Though I can only count
Where the dreams have been laid.

Randy L. McClave