Plenty of Tears



Plenty of tears
Yes you get them
If you stand in the rain

Plenty of fears
Just as the wind
They always comes back again

And I said
Pleased to meet you
Won’t you come in?
But we won’t look for an answer
Plenty of years within those tears


Look at the clowns
Can clowns be strangers?
When their act has begun

Tears of a clown
Is this a myth?
When they’ve had so much fun

And I said
In my wallet
I have a picture
But the edges are fading
Plenty of tears out in the rain


Youth plays tricks
Because we all grow old
We never really questioned
So we were never told
Always taking
Those things for granted
Same old feelings now


Memory lane
Let’s kick the stones
But never clear the way

Sunshine and clouds
The same old landscape
Just another old day

And I said
If you listen
You can hear
The ghosts of children playing
Plenty of years out in the rain.


But that was then
And this is now
No more chucking stones
Through the mental widows
We just repair them and carry on
It’s that same old feeling now


Why let it rain
Stop counting
All those rain drops one by one

Don’t be deceived?
The waters rising
And the flood has begun

And I said
Always questions
But don’t look at me
To find all the answers
Plenty of tears to make it rain


You made a wish
And hid it inside
But no one ever said
It would be an easy ride
I guess the angles have gone on vacation
For better weather now


Plenty of years
Plenty of them
Sitting out in the rain

Plenty of years
Plenty of them
Sitting out in the rain

Once again, have you considered putting your many poems under one thread so that you dont keep shoving everybody else onto another page? Just a thought.