The eyes are windows of the heart
Wherein transparency will show
A myriad feelings to impart
From where in sadness, tears do flow.
I met a doctor who had cancer,
He could not believe it was stage four.
At sixty, to me he was younger,
He said he still had a lot to live for.
Each time I hear a baby's laughter
I feel a tickle in my heart.
I have to stop and listen better
Charm is deceptive and may not be sincere,
And beauty of a face may not soon be here.
As fleeting as Time, that faded Yesterday-
Appearances do not last, it can wither Today.
War undeclared has been there existing,
From a seething anger underneath that grows.
Persistent and nurtured Hate boiling
Reaps the bitter grapes of wrath it sows.
He died a hero
In a war of vague purpose
We really don't know
What it was for, I suppose.
A hidden terrorism,
Without an iota of shame-
This vile plagiarism-
More than stealing a name.
Like a cruel wrench
Gripped his heart
And crushed, it bled
Strange how Life can be more than a story
Plots and characters bring a pleasant thrill
With laughter and tears, some sad and funny
Tragedies and heartaches may bring Pain's chill.
Prejudice cannot be hidden,
Arrogance for the color of skin.
Its ugly head is here again
Racism is lurking within.