Writers hate tears, for they obscure the page
And make it hard to see the words they write;
The ink runs down, blurring lines with age,
As though the very words were losing sight.
For writers know the power of their pen,
The magic in the language they create;
But tears erase their message once again,
And leave their thoughts to flounder in debate.
And yet, sometimes a tear can aid the verse,
A poignant moment captured on the page;
The depth of feeling more than just rehearsed,
A testament to grief or joy or rage.
So though writers hate tears upon their sheet,
Sometimes they must concede, it's bittersweet.
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