“Dry your tearful eyes, my lord:
Know you not to weep?
For tears are signs of weakness, Sire,
They mark you out as meek.”
To which the king glanced skyward
“They show humanity, compassion,
Which people need to see.
“For would you rather a king
Not know his feelings?
Or to let them flow in public
As with all other things?”
A story with no morale
Is yet to be found.
So let that glist’ning tear flow now
And trickle to the ground.