When my tears start,
To pour in your presence,
Don't judge me for being weak,
Commend me a little for being,
Brave enough not to hide when,
I cry.

As I unleash all my burdens,
Consider it as a way of relieving,
My inner soul ,
From the pain I'm feeling.

Why should it be weird,
When an older person cries,
Are they nolonger human too.

If my smile is as bright as the sun,
And you wish to see it everyday,
Carry a handkerchief with you,
To wipe the tears I'm certainly going to shed.

For as long as I'm willing to let the world see me smile,
They shall see me cry,
It doesn't make me as weak as they may think,
It exhibits my being human.

© Willowyml