DRILLED TEARS
Melvin Banggollay
I rested for a little while
To write my heart's desire
To tingle one to smile,
and to laugh at my satire
But my pen can't refuse
to let its tears induce
Feelings that beckons me
To what my heart can see.
My mind traveld a mile
As my thoughts inquire
Why we have to pile
Tears for hope to fire.
Things we wanted to be
turned out the other way
Even we drilled tears to see
gold and honey in our way.
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