• Who can tell though really?
    Whether or not tangible tears
    flow down their cheeks.
    The solemn ritual
    Compelling so many to come forth
    Whether out of curiosity or obligation
    The reason remains ever elusive.
    As the years pass and the mortal get old
    they die and wither
    yet the truth is never told
    Never dictating their life,
    just going with the flow
    Quick to criticize, quick to judge
    But who can tell really?
    Who can tell?