Sadness comes from very many places

Some of which our hearts embrace as

Feelings stirred deep within our minds

Touch nerves and so we share a kind



Of outpouring of vibes tapped from within

As words and deeds then do their thing

For we have been tickled by some lever

Then those tears turn on as we heave them



Sobbing uncontrollably and feeling morose

As waves of tears triggered so very close

To our own souls - the nucleus of self ...

The part of us which cannot be shelved



Forever ... as it is always there inside

And at times it seeps out, as we glide

Through life, pretending we're immune

When, in fact, all of it plays a quiet tune



And we store it all up without being aware

It's sitting in the cupboard, not at all bare

Then one day the door is opened quite wide

And all of it is exposed, we no longer can hide



So tears fall as the words or deeds have won

Then we feel like a fool for having been undone

But those outpourings of so very human emotion

Are a wonderful treat - a temporary soothing lotion



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:26am Thurs, April 2nd, 1998