Gone are the days when I cry with hunger,
Shed tears of pain from a scraped knee,
No more will I weep for what might have been,
Or times when fate gets the better of me.
My eyes may be moist at a sorry tale,
An irritant might cause a tear to fall,
Nothing will change just because I have wept,
What’s there now was there before.
Problems arise and solutions are found
With or without shedding a tear or two.
Frustrations and grief, weeping our loss,
But they also heal and gently soothe.
Gone are the days when I cry for wishing
For things I once had from so long ago,
No more will I weep for not getting my way,
For pushing too fast, I must now take it slow.
Time is a friend, I am waiting and ready,
To face what is coming, my eyes remain dry,
When the dust settles and we have adjusted,
Perhaps then relief will allow me to cry.