Member Poem

Tears they flow,
like gushing streams,
and mingle with,
our sense of joy,
seamless interface to,
cool emotions charging forth.
Whirlpool laughter goblets,
gobbled up upon,
a weeping willow tear duct.
Giggles are but,
rivulets a tributary,
to those side streams,
known as fractured  laughter,
the child within us sobs,
wilting flowers sway,
underneath thoughts lurk,
of one day it might be,
our turn to be the subject,
of a sudden deep lament,
when life slips away