Vladimir Huber > Poems > Tears

Atlantic Community College,
Mays Landing, NJ, March 8, 1972


By Vladimir Huber

People, crying for things
that don’t belong to their lives.
Tears, just coming down
for no purpose at all.
Sadness keeps on flowing,
keeps on growing
while we get destroyed .
Solution, there’s no solution,
but more tears and to give up.

Sunshine is just a dream,
under those tears,
for those who see it hazy.
Clearness stays away,
with our great help,
and then we cry.