The eyes, they say, can't tell a lie
they're windows to the soul
it seems to me that this applies
before life takes its toll
Young people who still have some dreams
although the road gets hard
have eyes that brim with anguished pain
as goals and loves are marred
Who can escape the agony
of trying to grow up
who can erase what childhood held
who can avoid this cup?
Who blinds himself to what is real
who dares put up a front
whose gaze a door forever shut
and speech a string of grunts?
The eyes, they say, can't tell a lie
they're windows to the soul
it seems to me that this applies
before life takes its toll.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Before it takes its toll! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.