What is the use of words,
What are tears worth after all.
Nobody listens to words anymore,
And tears just stain your face.
Words are carried off by the wind,
Tears make mascara run,
You are left speechless,
Face stained like a clown.
Destiny and fate cannot be confronted,
They have each others backs.
When you face destiny, fate attacks,
And vice versa.
What good are tears, broken hearts,
Are for fools and incurable romantics.
I.. am a realist, I know the outcome,
Tell me then, why life hurts so much.
4/13/12 Alton Texas
You might be a realist, but you have a touch of romance there as well. sad, but a lovely poem.
I really like the feeling going on in this one Juan! A bit esoteric, and even a tad mystical... and that IS great! Write on.
Oh so sad! But you have lived a fruitful life and made your mark in your children so that makes it a golden life! Lovely poem Juan!
i often feel this way.... i think you have to feel the pain to be able to feel the joy! great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What's the use? I can fully connect to what Eric wrote below. I have felt this way as well but in better times we can fully appreciate what better times mean because we have experienced the not so good times. We can appreciate light because there is darkness (abscence of light) , we can appreciate warmth because there is cold (absence of heat) . So many of us fail to appreciate God, because God has not opposite, God is nver absent. Wow, Juan, what a very good and thought provoking poem.!