A Teardrop

by The Maestro

A tear rolls slowly down a tender cheek,

A sign and symbol of the poor and weak,

But memories of former stronger years.

Such vast remembrance of a life gone by,

Once joyous, glad; but then, which went awry–

These thoughts contained within a single tear.

Its liquid state reflects a melting heart,

A wounded soul who’d fain from life depart,

A heart from which all shade of hope has gone.

Down it rolls, a liquid trail it leaves,

A trail which represents past memories.

And life continues onward, life so long.

A crystal of such small capacity,

Containing thoughts of such variety,

Such feelings, cares, as would depression bring.

Such painful loss; ‘tis followed next by grief;

The loss of love, of dear ones, and of peace–

Such thoughts contained within so small a thing.

But all is not yet lost; so dry your face.

There’s hope that you’ll yet make it through this race.

The past is left behind; the future’s bright.

You need not weep for what has not yet come,

Provided that, of hope, you still have some.

Fear not; and God will surely make things right.