| The Tear January 17, 2001 Justene Martin |
A tiny tear fell down Upon the poets page And that one tear contained The sorrow and the rage Of all of life's injustices The misery and pain, And so the poet wrote it down It helps to keep her sane. She knows the answer's there Amid the music and the rhyme, The pen keeps writing feverishly The tears keep marking time. And when emotions settle And the pen comes to a rest, The poet reads it back again And knows that she is blessed. She knows she's found the answer To quiet all her fears, The gift, that is her poetry, And it started with that tear. |