No Use Crying

No Use Crying
A Poem by Jesse McCarl
(not writing as Jesse McCarl)

I did not expect myself to cry
at Dad’s funeral
He had made me so hard

My Father died over spilt milk
From a lump in his throat
when I didn’t make the team
From holding it all inside
He died from a little bit of everything

I gave up on the man he made me
at Dad’s funeral
I cried so hard.