August 20th

Tears are expected,

Like rain though the sun shines.

Not of sadness, but gladness because,

We see your face.

Being bound to nothing must be freeing,

To feel and not be expected to know.

Minutes pass, you do not worry for

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

Clothes, socks, and hats,

No need for shoes, right?

Where do you have to go?

You don’t know either.

You don’t have a job,

You don’t know what that is.

You don’t know what anything is,

Are you even, there?

Wailing brings things to you,

Your tune like a hungry cat.

Should you get up,

That privilege leaves.

That wouldn’t be fun,

Anymore, we’re your servants.

A gift, they say,

From the God that lives in the clouds above.

How did he know to send you,

To us?

Maybe you’re special, 

Different because I love you.

We all love you, though, 

You cry too much.