Rolling,
It travels down its path
The terrain is rocky – but
It rolls on unconcerned.
For itself it has only one goal –
To follow this path and, perhaps,
Join with others along the way.

The path is hard.
Many are swept away
Still others die and dry up where they fall.
Sometimes one alone serves the purpose
Other times require many.
Often their travel goes unnoticed.

Some are lonely.
Some are sad.
They can represent joy or grief.
But each one is identical.
We all experience
These things called
Tears.


1990 - Sophia