“They are sad”- my mother said about my eyes
then kissed them both with tender care
and told me “life is never sadness”
but later found that in her kindness
she failed to see how through my years
from all the pain could not be spared.
“They are naughty” – my lover said about my eyes
and kissed them both lost in desire
then told me “life is full of pleasure
with every moment to hold and treasure”
cradling my body between her thighs
my lover taught me about lust and fire.
“They are fierce” – my friend said about my eyes
and touched them softly with great affection
then told me “life is there for taking
if you are a winner into the making”
but later found that makes no sense
when life is nothing without direction.
“They are old” – I told myself about my eyes
the mirror spoke of passing times
my mother’s words of love and sadness
a distant memory lost in the madness
of every day, and all I see with these old eyes
are long gone dreams within the rhymes-