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 knowing
history,
Back and forth like
swaying wind-breathed leaves,
Extremities of deepset,
ancient tree
That past is past and
present too
And future’s vacant canvass
new,
Our days in time are far
too few
For blisters to form 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 spinning 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 fate’s short finished
