on this bright day it's so easy to weep
i try to hide the slowly-rolling tears
for once the meaning here is truly deep
not one of us has had enough sleep
time has moved so fast these four years
on this bright day it's so easy to weep
the speeches and the minutes slowly creep
like little creatures running to their lairs
for once the meaning here is truly deep
we're still and silent like so many sheep
chewing the cud minds on our own affairs
on this bright day it's so easy to weep
from time to time at the long list we peep
waiting for the turn to shout our cheers
for once the meaning here is truly deep
the journey's long the mountain is so steep
we're here to praise the happy youth who dares
on this bright day it's so easy to weep
for once the meaning here is truly deep
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
29 May 2007
not all tears are evil
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