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.
Like a cruel wrench
Gripped his heart
And crushed, it bled
He died a hero
In a war of vague purpose
We really don't know
What it was for, I suppose.
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.
A hidden terrorism,
Without an iota of shame-
This vile plagiarism-
More than stealing a name.
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.