You dry your tears
Knowing well we could hardly guess
And while down the pillow they go
Oh how well like little stars they glow
In the morning or so
I know and I know
Whose winter rain
Flow at midnight lone
Oh dear, long is the way
Weary is the journey
And life is short
Knowing you are after what
Happily tread on path
Toiling and toiling for wealth
Seems as if your breath
And life's worth
Then what makes you sad and slow
While long is the go
Oh I know
And I know
For how you miss dying in little joy
And die in little deaths everyday
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An excellent write with deep and meaningful message in life. The closure lines are just amazing and very touching. Onto my Poem List.