It begins from somewhere,
a memory, a statement, a voice.
And the tears come gushing in
like maddening storm to an otherwise
perfectly solemn time.
Weeping times, they are
of things that cannot be changed,
of things that aren’t accepted.
We cry for these, don’t we?
Everything else falls in between.
So, my friend, when was the last time
you had tears in your eyes?
Were they of joy
or of pain?
Weeping times, like these, my friend.