About Crying

I'm getting up the strength to cry:
My lungs constrict and try to fly
Up my throat and out my mouth,
And wind their way toward the south
To buy some salt to mix with fears
And water to become my tears,
That hope to force their way outside
And pass beyond my squinting eyes
To see what has me all astir
And find what was the tempting lure
That drew them from their hiding place
To fall in rivers down my face,
But just as I prepare to waste
Emotion on my hopeless case
I slam into a hard brick wall,
A door that's tightly shut and barred,
And stand there stunned for just a bit
Unwilling to up and call it quits,
Because I want to sit and cry
And mourn for all the time gone by,
But part of me is glad I can't,
I will not cry, I said I shan't--
There're better things to laugh about
There're things that make me jump and shout,
And shouting is more fun than crying,
Laughter even feels like flying,
And who among us doesn't fly
When tears of laughter fill our eyes?