44. Cry

44.
Cry

Irony, satire, spoofs, send ups, do they do any good at all?
If I talk with tongue in cheek, am I heading for a fall?

Do you hear me, do you see, am I talking straight?
Must we treat the false as true, must we wait, wait, wait?

We laugh that we may not weep, the Roman said.
Are we awake, are we asleep, are we alive or dead?

Laugh at values, laugh at none, cry, they don’t exist!
For what is lost and must be found, for what is sadly missed.

A cry is true, oh I love you, oh love, where are you now?
In simple words, not twisted ones, will no one tell us how?