The Creative Corner

I quite often go to funerals, I go to several every year,

And bid farewell to old friends, and never shed a tear.

When at a cemetary, I’m always strong and brave,

While others sob profusely, while standing o’er a grave.

I can watch a sad ol’ movie, with no moisture in mine eye.

Others sniff and wipe their nose, and dab their wet eyes dry.

And at several weddings, I’ve seen eyes quite pink and red.

I always end up so amazed, that tears of joy are shed.

I’ve seen when there’s reunions emotions cloud the eyes.

Some cry over spilled milk, some when there’s said good-byes.

And I can smash my thumb,...