Teardrops
I saw a young man crying at the bus stop
and stopped to lend a shoulder for his pain.
He tried to give me reasons for his sorrow
but I said that there was no need to explain.
A tear reflects our lives just like the sunshine,
within it lies our flavour and our worth
Water holds the magic of renewal
and saltiness a taste for life on earth.
Water brings forth life for every creature,
without salt our food would taste too weak.
If someone sheds a teardropp please don't waste it
just remember to bless the one who weeps.
poem by Ruth Walters
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