When I was a baby, I cried.
I cried because I was hungry.
I cried because I was tired.
I cried too when I was uncomfortable.
I cried because that was what I was able to do.
When I was older I cried.
My tears were now of sadness.
My tears were now of sorrow.
My tears were now of pain.
With joy my tears came back again.
Now I am old I no longer cry.
Tears are for the young.
I have forgotten the sadness.
I have forgotten the sorrow.
I have forgotten the pain.
But the joy I felt comes back again.
I am surrounded by my memories.
This post was submitted by Diana Fredriksson.