Sonnet I by Felicia Spencer


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I pity the children who learn to weep
Before their time has come, innocent tears
Fall hard on the cheeks of sad mankind,
Like acid rain bitter to the eyes that,
See cries of our only humanity.
Teach your children to laugh youn, to cry,
Only when, they are old, accostemed to
What this harsh lonely world has to offer.
For tears should fall only from the eyes of
The weather beaten down trodden of souls.