Golden Tear

Ellen Metcalf

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And then I saw a tear well up and grow
He turns away so I will never see
The way he feels about how things should be
Beyond a sigh he feels more than I know
A story brought the tear, simple and slow
About a man attempting to be free
But chained against his will no hope, no key
Yet still he tries and from the watcher flows
Again a tear for comfort, for pain. Sense
It all he does because he has been there
The watcher’s free but still a tear for dare
Another treat those chained with insolence
He feels their pain unwittingly he’s told
His story. I admire the tear of gold.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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