Tears

Tears roll down,

I would wipe them.

Tears roll down,

I would taste them.

Tears roll down,

I would catch them.

Tears roll down,

I would keep them.

Tears roll down,

I would help them.

Tears roll down...

no one ever catches mine.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.06.10.01:02:00@NYC

Mother’s Day