My Father’s Tear

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It came upon the scene, quite unexpectedly
A reminder of this world's constant angst and tragedy
I did not want to cause it, but it forced its release
Its beauty in its warmth and sadness in its solemnity
I gazed in wonder because it was such a rarity
I believed it came pouring out from revealed antiquity
Of injustices endured and abuses reining on my psyche
It was joined by his bowed head and a quivering lip
Appearing agonizingly from vicarious muse by its drip
You see it revealed pain he too had in his life
Cutting to his core like the blade of a sharpened knife
Looking at him, my own eyes began to brim up
Who would dare drink of this bitter cup
Would anyone ever notice, would anyone see or hear
Gently rolling down his cheek, my resolute father's tear

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