Weeping Poem by H E Alexander

Wipe away the tear lines that lay so bare
underneath your sad, water shed stare.
We have no one else but ourselves to blame
and crying would be such a senseless shame.
Cease sobbing, for fear your heart will keep
those sacred wounds; pierced so deep.
Cry no more the river, else it may flood;
it's no good crying over precious spilled blood.

Though vision may be impaired in torrential rain,
tormented tears will affect sight the same.
Do not weep the false tears of a crocodile,
but see what lies hidden behind the clown's smile.
So you can keep a smile upon your face
when I am gone away to another place:
shed not your tears in loving memory of me
for I will lay happy 'neath the old weeping tree.