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everything's a cousin
by Charlie Morganshe cries, we wipe the tears away.
say 'now, now it's not that bad!'
like we would shoo away a gnat.
turn and go to our happiness.
she's left crying as we leave.
go to our happy place, which
is just as miserable, our eyes
are not able to see up-close.
so her tears are our tears,
we just don't recognize them.
flood-gates of pathos open
for them, cry it out
while we stiff-upper-lip ours.
when will we ever learn;
you are me, i am you.
different days, same song. 02/04/2009 Posted on 02/04/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/04/09 at 06:20 PM beautiful Charlie, so much said, see, felt...this piece rolls like tears down the page, and my heart was warmed along the way...good write! peace, jewels |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/04/09 at 06:33 PM I love it Charlie and so true. We don't always see the mirror standing in front of us but we all breath the same air. Very nicely done! We'll walk past the homeless lying on the sidewalk, then wipe the tears for a loved one. Sometimes our love is too small! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/04/09 at 10:15 PM Everything's a cousin, but sometimes....
we have a preference for those "kissin' cousins"... ;-D Beautifully done, darlin. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/05/09 at 02:24 AM mr. morgan, this is truly beautiful in a deep way for me. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/05/09 at 05:22 AM let us all aim for that heartfelt collective consciousness! MFS |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/05/09 at 09:01 PM Stunning bit of work. |
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