My Eyes Are Dry Poem by Doris Cornago

This poem is written for that person who counted the most but counted himself out. There is much frustration when you cannot see beyond a person's outer appearance - this sums up the poem. A reunion is much awaited but when you meet, there is so much pretense, words are left unsaid. What questions you have in your mind before the meeting are left unanswered. Families often gather annually to be 'together' as in holiday seasons. This might be the only occasion they may have in this lifetime, but they let time pass away. The same goes for a rendezvous with someone with whom you have not spoken to for a long time. The meeting falls flat because there's a wall that cannot be breached.