The life of a tear is full of emotion,
It's not very long, till it sails from the ocean,
Of the person that cries,
Then it falls from the eyes,
To a sorrowful demise,
Pounds the ground, and dies.
A brother of the first,
With the same unfortunate curse,
Sets his targets towards the ground,
Because it has found,
Its way down the cheek,
In the first's trailing creek.
Many more follow,
Because of this sorrow.
Before one's life ends,
Another begins.
Till the ocean runs dry,
And the person stops his cry.
-Ben Couston