In a would-be hipster's mason jar
I keep big tears I've shed in your small name
And I will not tell you why they fell
Or how their brine had stung my eyes
Weary in their admiration
Of your pride in stride and posture
Your tight, unsmiling lips
And patience with each offer
As you gently refuse this
Sweet gift from this sour giver
And leave it wrapped and ribboned
For me to consider
Here it comes again
I'm shedding big and bigger tears
And amazed to see how unfazed you are
As every lesson learned
Cracks the dam of pent emotion
Til I've shed enough to fill in a mason jar
In mason jar
In mason jar
With this un-hip beggar's jar in hand
My back all tired, but straight as yours
And my tight lips, too, unsmiling
As I muster now my own quiet patience
And wait for these eyes
Generous with tears
To drop their alms of salted coins
In here
Here it comes to end
As I toss it all to shatter
And your gaze betrays how amazed you are
As every bitter tear
Turns to pond, to lake, to river
Til there's far too much to fit in a mason jar
In a mason jar
In a mason jar