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Tale Of A Tear Drop
A single Tear Drop-
Ovular formed,
Dangling on the tips,
Of a fluttering eyelash.
Suspended for a moment,
'Til impulse incepts;
'Twas a mere, subtle blink...
Yet, the Tear Drop falls;
And it travels so fast,
Like White-Water Rafting,
To ''Dueling Banjo's''.....
Riding o'er the cheekbone,
Of a shifting caps,
And in a moments flash
Its pace picks up course
A wince slows it 's speed;
But once o'er the cheekbone,
The sleighride doth begin,
Like th' one they called Nantucket;
But With human gust behind it;
Facial grimace...sudden movement,
A crows-foot wrinkle redirects
The Tear Drop from its' course,
Once destined for the jowl,
Now, laterally streaking,
Towards a quavered, trembling lip;
Which catches the lone Tear Drop,
And delivers its' sweetless taste...
Of grief-laced salted water.
And, the Tear Drop disappears;
It's Death quite apropos;
For it's life had been sewn...
From a bitter taste of woe.
poem
by
Frank James Ryan Jr.
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