Our Crying Life
By Paul Chong
The day we were born
You and I didn’t sing a song
We did instead utter our first cry
Significantly as though we knew why
From the warmth and comfort in the womb
To the unknown trials and tribulations until the tomb.
As innocent infants we can only cry
To get the message across in our trial
We cry for this, we cry for that
Nothing comes by without crying in the act
From the child’s age till the school stage
We frequently cry especially in our rage.
Though women cry more in their ways
Men are not spared and equally swayed
Each sadness and sorrow deserve a good cry
Even with happiness we appear to cry
Crying affects everyone, sad or otherwise
Others cry for us when we die.