Tears that are shed at sight of his weakness.
We struggle as we watch him slowly die.
Tears as we listen to his favorite songs over and over.
Praying for him to be saved from his immense pain.
Tears that splatter on his blood stained shirt.
Sadness because we know what's to come.
Tears of the children of the poor man in front of them.
Grandkids crying for a man they barely knew.
Tears of his wife as she sees the love of her life be buried in the ground.
We cry because we can see what she feels on her eyes.
Tears because she thinks she has nothing to live for, nothing to loose.
We'll cry because we know we'll never see him again.
Tears because life goes on.
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unknown thoughts
Acaka collection of short stories, poems, reminiscences and unknown thoughts .