Tear Drops Fall
By David Smith November 19, 2009
A drip from my hat as it drops to the floor;
Fascinating to watch the buildup once more.
Like a skin stretches, and fills each drop;
Then to the floor with splatter and plop;
The simplicity of a drop, like a sack of water;
Captures my attention; Why should that matter?
Tear drops that fall, like drops from my hat;
Windows of the soul, where importance is at
The water’s not external, but internal as we cry;
Getting upset, we question the “Why?”
There is the answer from a hat that drips.
Emotions take hold as a tear drop slips.
My hat full of water from a rain filled day;
Behind, those eyes, will a drop get in the way?