Tears

My tears welled up with little warning. They filled my eyes and then spilled out. There was no sadness and no mourning, I wondered what it was about. I think the reason that the tears run down our face in rivulets is that they wash away our fears and selfish thoughts one sometimes gets. It's true that heartache is the mother of all the tiny drops of dew. But we don't shed tears for another. So, when I cry - it's not for you. Self-pity makes the raindrops fall, when angels cry for people's sins. The same occurs, or not at all, when inside us that devil grins. And nothing's changed since we were kids, we had our tantrums then, to get what we desired, that was it. We cried when our pants were wet, and when we wanted special treats, were hungry, thirsty, hot or cold. But, do we cry when someone meets disaster, sickness or great loss? Or does our inner teardropkeeper, who shapes the drops and gives them gloss say 'GO' in awe of the Grim Reaper? Well, now you know we never weep predominantly for mankind. Our eyes run over when we keep self-pity in our inner mind.