This wooden plank that I should walk
On the journey to the end of my life
If it should warp from a spell of tears
Then mine should be horribly bent
For they leak from me at every turn
My emotions a visible layer of skin
Thin you might say, often translucent
It bothered me at one time in my days
That I could not keep it together
At a sad movie or a woeful tale
I’d blubber and wail in empathy
My eyes the windows to my feelings
But in age, wisdom has prevailed
These outbursts of sympathy
Are no longer a problem for me
It is your discomfort at my display
For you to deal with, not order mine away
Debbie Gravett © 2019.04.28
RDP: Warp
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