Sweeten By Tears Poem by Antonio Liao

gain money in the pocket poke for something
special, like a fruit in the basket ripen by the hand
that pick, as the season of day certainly welcome the
tongue savoring the sweetness of the sweat that wet
smoothness drifts in the skin of fresh thirst

full of wine wouldn't mine something of the smell,
not even the last drop, hurdle the willingness of the
mind and body to survive, and let the fool in the pond
watching the fish that swim, knows the reason, on
how to fly

the guided boat leads its way to the far harbor
port, for not the vast sea, would sway the wind to
conquer its destiny, nay! shall it paddle in the
rough ocean, for every strength weight the distance
place to voyage each day

handle your rope, for that pointed tip; ragged terrain,
wild animal, uncertainty wait no one to live, just to
be in the free top for the last day

go as you wish, wonder as if, your the conqueror of
them all, the sweeten tears goggle yourself and
forward you what ever comes in your way, mistake
is only one that wait not for another day

happy trip my courage, brave soldiers of today,
the band is playing and the morning is dawning be in
your way forever my darling dear......