You Made My Heart Cry Poem by Minerva Agriam

Fanciful meeting in an unsplendid place,
Summer and fall, life is a burden;
Moving for burrowing daily cares;
Pouting and uncaring, life is a chore.

Talents and intelligence are there to give life;
Free and single, nothing that cares for life within;
Enjoying things that life gives freely;
Seasoned with pains, memories and bliss.

The time for the tryst was set in a trance;
Known by the gifts given by the turn of events;
Wandering dreams becoming mediocre daily;
Accepting penury, mendicant of commiserations;

Oh, little one. You're the apple upon my eyes.
Giving meanings to my brightly colored days.
Knowledge of you was a far away reality.
Differences, as great as the deep blue sea.

A puff of reason known by essences of vanity.
Giving hindrances to the mutual gullibility.
Joys animated the days of pleasant company.
Happy fellowship, troupe harnessing piety.

Funny days, simple joys, amiable friends;
This was the world part of your heritage.
Searching for a dream, fall and sank to delinquency.
Amid goodness unscrupulous consent to impurity.

Your recklessness made my heart cry,
Like spilled milk, I cried over hapless things.
Dreaming for my stars colors gone out of sight.
The Good Lord has provided ways for my rest.



(9/12/02. 3: 00 p.m)