when the giant cries the world shakes
and everyone feels his pain
when the tiny man cries the tears collect at his feet
and if he's lucky they will take him away
and when the tough man cries he angrily brushes them away
he stand in the mirror fists clenched to face the new day
when the poet cries the pen loses grip
he walks down sunset drive looking for company and wine to sip
when the mother cries she must hide them from her children
for they must not know that pain, not yet
all these tears falling hopefully to help us grow
so let not those tears go to waste
hold on to the moments.
-dev
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