Tears That Don'T Dry Poem by JOSEPH ABUTU

A simple pattern
That makes perfect sense,
The rumor is scattered,
It goes, we know not whence.
Like an empty sack,
Men fall to the ground;
We look back
And pity the haunted found.
Just once-
We hurt our loved ones;
Making them cry
Because we met goodbye.
So with these one prayer we plea
That our wishes come true.

Life is not a decision,
It simply come and goes;
It’s a road not a destination,
With souls travelling to and fro.
Our thoughts are our mistakes,
Our guesses our fears,
With the morning-
Newness wakes;
And the old fade
Like delicious tears.
Wind came, we stood,
Great flood we've swim through
Beasts and monsters we undo;
But death we can’t;
It’s a tears that can’t dry,
A truth that tells lie.