Lachrymose Redux (draft 1)
I get really tired of tears
like the Eskimos get tired of snow.
I feel so much better
when I have a place to
let my face get wet because
how could any sorrow be dry,
any sadness be something that
can not be redeemed, just because
there is forgiveness in the sky
just before the clouds form for you
and when your fluffy puppy dogs
greet me with cute remembrance
I think these are not trite stereotypes
but just wonderful you who has
tissues for the fountain of my eyes, and
welcomes my joy because you
love to smile when I whisper
— Douglas Gilbert
