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.