A boy named Tears 1995

There was once this boy in my class
I remembered his name was Tears
It really explained his life
That happened over the years

He was always quiet at school
Never talking to anyone
He never joined in any activities
He never joined in the fun

At school, I worked in the library
The place where I spent my time
It was also Tears always stayed
Reading books of every kind

He always read books that
Was never touched or seen
Like biographies of someone never famous
Or where Hitler has been

He wrote his name on the name cards
That never held much fame
He laughed and showed me the name cards
That all had prints of his name

I remembered one winter break
When he came over to my house
Wearing a sky blue skivvie
And a lovely white blouse

He handed me a book
Asking me to return it after break
But inside his eyes I saw
That was not all he wanted to say

When I came back to school
I realised he was no longer here
That was the end I\'ve seen
Of the boy named Tears

I soon finished my work at the library
I soon finished my work at school
Before I knew the years gone by
I\'ve finished college too

After many years I came back
To the school I once gone
So much things had changed
So much memories has torn

There were many workers in the library
Neatly stacking books
How very busy they were
How familiar their jobs looked

They told me even though they were busy
They think of it as a game
All of them had to
Look for a bookcard with the name

Tears was their target
All the books he had read
Was about Leukemia and Bloodcancers
One of the library monitor said

It took days and days
Bt I still couldn\'t figure out the tuth about Tears
Why did he read such books
The answer wasn\'t clear

Till one day the library monitors came
And brought something along
They handed me a book
The next minute they were gone

I looked at the book
Realising it was the one Tears gave me
I quickly flipped to the back
Can you guess what i could see?

On the back of the bookcard
There was a picture ever so nice
A pencil drawn picture of me
From the year 1995

Writing underneath was a poem
In the handwriting of Tears
The words brought rain to my eyes
And my heart shaken with fear

\'Never in life, have I known how to Love
Till I came to this school
To bad, my time is limited
Or I\'\'ll tell you.. \"I love you\"...\'