Mood Poem by David Bayless

Mood
Lazy eyes, pristine smiles can't seem to see.
It is not the fault of those who watch the woes of another.
How they fear the pain, little does remain of a woman who gave her life to A weeping eye.
Her struggle is your life; your due unpaid.
Can a man weep while various words of another man turn his fate?
Where have ye traveled; has thow seen the depths of the earth?
A widow cries and not a man sighs at her dying worth.
For no mirror has been seen and I shall have no meat.
I rid no man of his will
Look to another for a pillow full of feathers that gives not the test.
Ease does please a wounded mother's breast.
Can you see the constellations from the rest?