There are tears of joy and tears of laughter. Tears of dread for the morning after. There are tears of pain and tears of fear. Tears of mourning for someone dear.
There are tears of woe and tears of sorrow. Fears of longing for a better tomorrow. There are tears of regret and tears of passion. But the more precious tears are those of compassion. **************** My father, Roman Raymond Nager, wrote poems and stories. Sadly, for whatever reason, he tore up many of them.
I was going through more papers of my parents, discarding most, saving some.
I found this poem of his today. I remember reading it, years ago, when he shared it with me. I thought I'd share it with you.