Cup of Tears
Through many days and many months and also through the years, I’ve had a special valued thing an honest cup of tears, though singers sing and poets write there has been poetic flood like jar of hearts and lake of tears and also river blood but if I may again just say in my honest peer there never has been of what I recall a faithful jug of tear. And many say and also mock that I may be absurd but really it is they who are for I’ve not say a word, collecting items and trendy toys and tiny figurines there are not people just like me who own a tear machine. And to conclude and say again that of my sharpened spear I own a valued intelligent thing that of my cup of tears.
