Tales From A Crying River Poem by Paul Prescott

It flows, it shows,
The endless time of water,
Goes through the passing day,

It stops and it starts,
The tears drip with flow,
An gives out a soft cry

Nor is it blue or red,
It streams with sadness,
Just like a crying river

Letting the river flow,
Through the passing seasons,
Make it stop, make it stop

Let the river be dry again,
Just wipe away the drops, ,
An wipe away the tears,

With a little bit of love..

1/02/09