When Tears Run Dry
Sorrow has its limit; and so do tears;
as for love; the same is true;
when we grow lonely and old in years;
our time for tears is through.
Emotions run high, when we are young;
our future; beyond our vision;
in the realm called time; what’s become;
is the sum of our every decision.
When young, my future had no limit;
well beyond what I could see;
when it arrived; I was no longer in it;
I wasn’t who I was meant to be.
As I near the end of my journey of life;
I no longer have love at my side;
only memories of the death of my wife;
and the emptiness of my pride.
Nothing I’ve accomplished will last;
all empires rise; and then fall;
many fools lived their life for laughs;
and, I’m the greatest fool of all.
I sincerely lived life; doing my best;
but my best was never enough;
writing has become a vacuous quest;
living, without love, is tough;
I’m all alone; and forever shall be;
without love; till the day I die;
I belong to no one; and no one to me;
now, that my tears have run dry;
Monty 12.8.25. # 3,098