Love is Still Alive

Martin Silvester has a knack of touching our hearts, and this poignant poem is no different from his others in that sense … 

Love is Still Alive

Oh dear oh dear…it’s happening,
Emotions here again.
I want to know, why my teardrops flow,
Where can I put the blame?

When I was young I was always told,
That boys should never cry.
So I’d bite my lip and concentrate,
On keeping my cheeks dry.

On the whole I managed it,
Only cried when I got hurt.
Like the time I fell from the top of a tree,
And buried my face in the dirt.

But then I found as years passed by,
That tears don’t only flow.
When you bang your head or break a bone,
Or drop something on your toe.

My tap turns on for all sorts of things,
A sad movie or a song.
Or hurting someone’s feelings,
When I really get it wrong.

Sometimes it’s unrelated things,
Like people’s agony on the news.
I sit and watch and cry for them,
When things they love..they lose.

Heartbreak in relationships,
Or the loss of someone dear,
The pet that’s not there anymore,
Or sad things that I hear.

I much prefer my happy tears,
No sadness, only joy.
And there’s been a lot of happy tears,
Since I was just a boy.

A little hand in my big hand,
A grandchild fast asleep,
A great big hug from one you love,
Always makes me want to weep.

The trusting lick of a puppy dog,
A cats contented purr.
The feeling of peace, that you always get,
When you stroke their silken fur.

The happy ending of a film,
A poem or a book.
Sometimes a bit of lovely news,
Sometimes a loving look.

I’m so glad that I’m emotional,
When my feelings soar..or dive,
Which ever way my teardrops flow,
I know love…is still alive.

© Martin Silvester 12/4/15

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Martin Silvester

Not a lot to tell...just an ordinary man...always loved writing but never had the time until now...hope I've got a few years left to write about the million things I would like to get down on paper be it in poetry form or just plain old story telling. Just in case anyone would like me to come along to their group and read a few of my poems live..I would be happy to do so within the confines of Kent or Sussex...I would just need to cover my time and petrol costs...plus a cup of tea and a biscuit. Just email [email protected] To answer some of your questions= ex-army..ex -jackeroo...ex-builder..ex-quite a few other things..still rocking...married...2 + 3 children...7 grandchildren...retired...love custard creams. I have now published my first collection of poems which are now available on Amazon under the title of..LAST APPLE ON THE TREE. The book consists of twenty seven poems covering a wide range of topics and emotions. My second book has just been published and is called A BREEZE IN THE WILLOWS, also available on Amazon. I hope that everyone will get as much enjoyment reading them, as I did writing them.

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