some not so
a solitary tear
slowly explores
the southern route
to his chin
reflective of his journey
that droplet
became a rivulet
which he fought against
becoming a stream
from dreams and visions
hopes of ‘morrow
who treated him
as if he had a plague
they, yes they
teased forth this liquid epitaph
of his anguish
and his joys,
his faint memories
of the glittering
gleaming twinkles of light
found in his life’s muddied stew
of his yesteryears
cute ones, ugly ones
some fun
some not so
all acute
when that single tear
came to visit
© 18 March 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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