See the world

See the world

Through a film of tears.

Not just out of sadness,

That is a given,

On days like these.

When so much

Is made of

The passing tide,

That sweeps us along

And makes

It so hard to slow down

To admire the view.

But with the bite,

Of a cold wind,

And the drain

Of a heady cold,

Looking into the sun,

Watery, though it may be,

Is painful.

My eyes are heavy,

The weight of even

A faint breeze,

On mornings like these,

Wearies me.

It crinkles my nose,

Tingles my toes.

And leaves me wondering,

Why go to the trouble,

When thanks

Is so thin on the ground,

Help can never be found.

And nowadays,

A kind word,

Is very rarely said,

If ever,

And when it is

Sometimes,

In the heat of things,

And the pace of life,

It is not easy,

For those words, to be heard.