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The Boy That Could Not Cry

Contributed by kfghockeyfan on Thursday, 3rd January 2008 @ 06:45:15 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



There once was a boy
That didnt know why.
The question he asked was
Why cant I cry?

He asked around town
He asked far and wide.
But no matter whom he asked
They always replied:

We dont knw why you cant cry.
Go ask your mom and dad.
They usually know the answer
When a problem is had.

So he asked mom and dad
And they showed their love.
His mom and dad knew the answer,
Well sort of.

The question you ask
Is not easy you see
For understanding the answer
Is no guarantee.

They said that as a baby,
The doctors had found
That when he was injured
He made not a sound

When poked or prodded
He made not a cry.
His parents said
Concluding with a sigh.

The doctors had said
There isnt much to say
Your child cant cry
Not today or any other day.

But why cant he cry?
His parents did ask
To this the doctors
Showed them a flask

This flask contains
Your childs last tears
This is a thing
That we havent seen in all our years.

And so weve kept this flask
In a safe place.
Its up in the attic
In a small yellow case.

The doctors did say
That you had simply run out
But how could that happen!
We did shout

How could I run out
Theyre just tears?
And how come I havent been told
All of these years?

You had run out of tears
But we didnt know why,
The doctors werent sure either
And so we didnt know why you couldnt cry.

And so youve lived your life
Without sorrow or despair.
And until you asked us,
You didnt seem to care.

The boy didnt understand
But his parents said with a shout
When you get older
You will find out!

With this, this part of the story
Has come to a finish
Without the rest of the story
The overall theme does diminish.

This story is sad
That much I know as true
Just be careful that
It does not happen to you.




Copyright © kfghockeyfan ... [ 2008-01-03 06:45:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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