SAD EYES & CRACKED GLASS SLIPPERS
SAD EYES AND SHADOWS
Your eyes are sad and shadowy,
Red-rimmed with tears, but stoically
You set the laughter lines for me,
And knowing that you’ve been set free,
You falter at the door.
And you falter from our history,
Yet past is past and present too,
And your days have been far too few
To let the blisters form a queue.
Time now to try another shoe
GLASS SLIPPERS CRACKED AND THINGS WHOSE TIME IS FINISHED
Your eyes are sad and wide I see,
Vaguely trimmed with tears, but stoically
Are set the laughter lines as if agreed,
But now that frowns have been set free
They falter ambivalent history,
Back and forth like swaying wind-breathed leaves
Which are the extremities of deep-rooted, ancient tree
That past is past and present too
And future’s vacant canvas new,
Our days in time are far too few
For blisters to form a calloused queue,
Of slippers’ glass there are just a few,
Time now to try another shoe
But yet our days have been too many
That weaved no fabric like a cotton jenny,
A wasted coin, a single-sided penny
Which for half the price still would not buy any
Time for time to be replenished
What was the point of all the hope,
No net to catch, too thin the rope,
And getting to the other side
No circus walker attempts that ride,
A ride whose lonely fate’s soon finished
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