NOTHING WORTH MY TEARS
Nothing worth my tears;
Not even the dead who are forever gone
Which the voice of my beckoning tears
Can't make them rise up as morning sun.
Nothing worth my tears;
Not even this pain: this temporary pain
Life afflicts as a hot pepper my eye fears,
Which I will patiently digest to my gain.
Nothing worth my tears;
If it be my heart broken by lovelorn
And gloom ripen over my emotion as pears,
Yet like sun, love will rotate to my turn.
Nothing worth my tears;
Not even pangs of the regrets of my fall
That hurts as the fangs of winter bears;
But the Comforter will raise my head tall.
Nothing worth my tears;
When it can irrigate my knee's fertility
And moisten the savour of what God hears,
So why waste it on the vanity of futility.
06-08-2016
Nothing worth my tears. Well written With good rhyme scheme. Sylva.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Sylva an Nick