To watch a flower grow, to see the Sunglow
To witness a new baby, to see how it cries
When the weather is drowsy, skies turn cloudy
And the flow from the eyes and everyone tries
To close the eyelids and to see if it's blind
When all I do is cry.
To watch a leaf turn from green into brown
To encourage life in every way that you can
When a vein has been bleeding, bleed it dry
And the pain from the heat which kills a man
Too close to dying is a wish in everyman's dream
When all I do is cry.
To inturn witness such beauty in a Koala bear
To torture, the feeling as all the hearts stared
When the music is silent with a vinyl spinning
And a thunderous motion for when it's winning
Too near to comfort when a young life is spared
When all I do is cry.
And when grieving becomes old, too old to care
And as if nobody worries when it's time to share
When the heart stops beating walking the floor
And what was said last night then follows more
Too frail to stand up whilst cleaning the blood
When all I do is cry.
And when a river dries up to a dry riverbed
And to remember all and everything it said
When the rain stops pouring onto a pavement
And when cardboard boxes make a statement
Too young to die old whilst a life that was bled
When all I do is cry.
Sometimes to wonder, sometimes to never
Sometimes too weak, sometimes too clever
When a snail paces along slowly with a heart
And when life bursts into action do not depart
Too cold on the inside when the curtain fell
When all I do is cry.
Though touching a Sunflower, to touch it whole
Though wavering emptiness happens too slow
When somebody asks you what's wrong with you
And answering softly, honestly and the colour is blue
What with last night when I saw a universe explode
When all I do is cry.
To witness the oceans fish all worn and dried up
To compose the pain to hold close a loving touch
When somebody told you what was wrong where
And if you decide to try and make everything care
Too worried about you to worry over something like this
When all I do is cry.
And when somebody holds you up close and tight
And when nobody tells you what you did last night
To think these things over whilst you read your book
To think no one notices when its everywhere you look
Too hurt to cry in your sleep, but keep wondering why
When all I do is cry.
Too many beautiful things to see, do you see me
To witness our children grow as if just like a tree
When the world is around you, you know what to do
When walking becomes a habit then tie up ya shoe
And that's becoming harder as each year passes
When all I do is cry.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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Holly crap! Batman, I know it's nearly 3am I have not slept but I swear reading that I started triping!
I cry so much and now I never feel bad but reading your heart and soul, I'm so glad I'm a dad!
Everytime I hold her she stops the crys and the tears full from my eyes... Dam it there I go again lol and I'm keeping that you amazing muse you!
And keep your faith in life to the brim with the new emergence of your newborn child, also. Love to love, brother, Dan...
Good write Kev.
Oohh, I know the remedy, so that you won't always cry. Just stop listening to me singing! Many have fallen into a heap of utter despair over it! heehee.
I'll have to try you out on that one for sure..Just need to work out how...??
Yes - but I must stop insulting cats, saying my singing is like the sound of them fighting. It's much worse than that! (is it?! lol).
Crikey, you are in deep..blah blah blah..I can't bear to think about how you must live from day to day...Good luck Meeeeeeooooowwwwwwwiiiiiinng.....
What an amazing poem you have crafted here Kevin... filled to the point of overflowing with things of taken for granted but in this case unconditionally valued for what they indeed are....... and even more so as we journey from one year to the next......... Cheers N..
Bless you, Neville. Such compliments I adore and admire your intrinsic art of viewing behind the scenes. You're an expert at analysing works to such extremities. I appreciate every letter. Thank you...
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