The last tear to drop

                  The last tear to drop

Water be my chemical makeup, To break, constitutes my pain.

Like the heavens, I spill over from littered emotions,

A bellowed deliverance, as driblets, are drops, of rain?

I run not in the manner, you think I should,

Though distance in travel, I gain. A river I will cry in,

Response to feeling blue, sadly boast my claim to fame.

Speak easy around me, are you will start my flow,

A nonstop locomotive train, and when I am immersed  

I v'e so much to lose, and nothing can stop this drain.

Some say the control, I have on you,

Is somewhat selfish and comes in vain

But I think not, from you any gold in my pot,

So pity, be not you gain.

Your value to us, toast no meaning in life,

And relationships, you duly strain.

And as incomprehensible, as the bibles last cry,

Of the biblical slaying, of young Abel by Cain.  

                              Jim

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