You know the cliche, “A man ain’t supposed to cry?
Looking back, I cried twice over lost loves.
Now I see those times as wasted tears
on loves there weren’t real loves,
spent tears that soon dried up.
My tears were put to better use
over the death of a bedbound child,
spent tears not wasted on the
worst kind of heartbreak,
the mourning of the death
of an innocent child,
who never had a life.
Bob Boyd