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Poem: Who Will Cry for Me?

Updated on September 11, 2012
When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, but in battalions. ~William Shakespeare
When sorrows come, they come not as single spies, but in battalions. ~William Shakespeare

A life devoted to others

now lost in pain,

but who will cry for me?

A life given to service

now thrown from its door,

but who will cry for me?

A life that nurtured her young

now finds herself discarded,

but who will cry for me?

A life that shared in connubial love

now stands frigid and lacking appeal,

but who will cry for me?

A life thought to be promising

now vacuous and unfulfilled,

but who will cry for me?

A life once surrounded by many

now sullen and alone,

but who will cry for me?

A life formerly honored

now left shattered,

but who will cry for me?

A life that had many years ahead

now comes to a bitter end,

but who will cry for me?

Robin Grosswirth

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    Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

    Well that was deeply moving and sad! Sadly, there are far too many people in the world who have nobody to cry for them. I find that....unacceptable!

    Great poem Robin!

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    whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

    We will cry for you and also encourage you to overcome your anguish and despair. This is done by finding that inner peace that comes along when we need it most and decide that we can do better and be someone, who in our own minds is acceptable and appealing. Th greatest feeling in this life, that of self worth, is within us all and we have to grasp it with both hands and pull it out from the depths of our beings with all our might and determination. Good work and emotions flow.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Bill, thanks for the read. Was just on my way to comment on your simple life hubs. Sometimes, no matter how much you have loved and cared for others, it isn't enough.

    whonunuwho thanks for the read as well. You can read my commentary to Bill. Being everything to everyone doesn't guarantee that others will cry for you or support you. Sometimes your destruction (a united front) is the desired outcome.

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    Audrey Howitt 4 years ago from California

    Deeply sad and moving piece---

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    Dahlia Flower 4 years ago from Canada

    Very sad and very true -- for most of us. I think it takes a big life-threatening crisis in our lives to realize that everyone, including ourselves, are often into so many unimportant things that we are not -- as a people -- caring about others closely as we should be. I think if we stay close to God and continue to try to serve others without 'doing our alms before men' as the scriptures say -- we will be fine (maybe not so fine here but in immortality later.) Stay strong.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    AudreyHowitt Thanks for the read. If a piece moves another soul, then it succeeded on the merit. Again, thanks.

    DahliaFlower Thanks for the read and deep thought attached. It is important that living things need to be nurtured and loved, not destroyed.

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    Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

    Very sad and poignant poem. As John Donne said, "ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee." We do need to be there to cry for others - it is important to do so, if only for ourselves a bit, too.

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    Bernard J. Toulgoat 4 years ago from Treasure Coast, Florida

    I will cry for you as I can relate to your poem which in turn relates to the pain of living. It reminds me of a line from a Diana Krall song (Why should I care?) that goes :"But who said that love is always fair?" You certainly moved another soul : mine.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    suzettenaples When a person isn't loved or honored the pews will be empty.

    austinhealy Thank you for the offer and in relating to this poem. Love isn't a fair exchange because there will always be a person who is shortchanged.

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    Suzette Walker 4 years ago from Taos, NM

    Oh Robin, if it is not a fair exchange , then it really is not love.

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    Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO

    Your poetry is astoundingly real. I've felt that way, but instead of sadness, I feel betrayal and anger. Well, in actuality, in thinking about it now, I do feel sadness, too. But, mostly I rage internally about the unfairness, the abandonment when I would never do that to a loved one. Profound piece, Robin, that will leave me thinking for a long, long time.

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    Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

    Robin the way you write is simply beautiful and so sad. you write poetry like I love .... this is so amazing

    sharing

    Debbie

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    Sueswan 4 years ago

    Hi Robin,

    This is so sad and heart wrenching to think that no one cares enough to cry and that your kindness and love was discarded.

    Voted up and away

    Sharing

    Take care

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    Shauna L Bowling 4 years ago from Central Florida

    Beautiful poem, Robin. Too often we give too much and feel unappreciated. What is the alternative? To not give? No. Those who are givers will and should continue to do so. There will always be someone to cry for you if they know how to laugh with you too!

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Amy Becherer: Thanks for the read. I am glad that the poem touched you. We usually mourn our losses in life. If we turn the piece around and dissect the recurring verse, Who will cry for me? It begs the question, but it doesn't indicate that no one will necessarily. Usually, the old adage goes, laugh and the whole world laughs with you; cry and you cry alone, ergo, my poem. Thanks for the commentary--much appreciated. When a work of art in any format garners the connection between the writer and reader, well, it doesn't get better than that.

    Deborah: Most writers are deep thinkers and big on "feeling." I see that on the hub daily. So many great poets and writers come to read my work (just look at all your names) and I am humbled by the responses. Thank you for the read and the share.

    Sueswan: If you've lived a long enough life, you have experienced both sides of the fence, for better or for worse. Thanks for your vote!

    bravewarrior: Thanks for stopping in. Sometimes no matter how much you've given, it isn't enough, even if you've laughed with people and devoted your life to them and to a practice.

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    Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

    Your poem is very touching to me, for Arlene & I have brought love back into so many lives. But one couldn't tell now.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Mhatter99 How so? Thanks for the read.

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    Vincent Moore 4 years ago

    No one will cry for us, only we will weep in silence and sorrow for the loss of love, family, friends, careers, health and more. Yet my fellow poet beauty is always on the inside and shouting to come out. It does when we scribe, so keep writing, keep sharing, weep alone for others see your heart and will tenderly comfort you and wipe your tears from your eyes. My tears will always be part of my soul and as I age they flow more freely. Peace and blessings I send to you this day.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    Vincent: Thank you for the sagacious wisdom. In the end, our outpouring tears are in our work [writings]. Peace and blessings to you as well.

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

    Wonderful poetry. Liked this lots. We must cry for ourselves and be brave.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    GypsyRoseLee: Basically, that's what I mean. No one cries for us.

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    dreamseeker2 4 years ago

    Although your poem depicts sadness and a loss of comfort, I liked this one. Makes one have compassion, even for someone we may never even know. Great poem and writing.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    dreamseeker2: Writers and poets in particular use words (poets, fewer) and experiences to elicit emotional responses with our readership. Glad this touched you.

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    sweethearts2 4 years ago from Northwest Indiana

    We cry for ourselves and are most times comforted by whose we thought to be strangers who have had the same sadness. Very emotional and thought provoking piece of writing, as usual.

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    Robin Grosswirth 4 years ago from New York

    sweethearts2- Yes, it is a rhetorical question, "Who Will Cry for Me?" And yes, we share in some sympatico when it comes to life's challenges. I am truly glad that this resonated with you.

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