The many teardrops falling from my eyes
Coalesced into a large one as they flowed
And so a little water may give rise
To a river ,then an ocean wide.
As I wept, the large teardrop fell off
And made a mark upon my brand new blouse
For my mascara made it black and rough
And thus with a black stain, I was endowed.
If you plan to weep, then wear old clothes
So you can sob and cry as free as Eve
But it you are hit, surprised by some old woe
Just pretend of cat you’ve been bereaved.
As little tear drops make a crystal stream
So random happenings turn into our dreams.
How my heart sings 