Wide, boggled pair of brown eyes,
Stressed, no hand to stretch–
No lending hand to find, bittered–
Staring at the sky, almost weeping,
like a soldier scuffing a foot,
ffter a bullet nailed his heel.
Hapless pair of brown eyes,
labored its pupil like a gander,
elongating a cherished neck over
Klondike plated fences,
waiting for great white hope…
Days, after serving penitent patience,
from crimes gestated by tamed felons,
obscured by their vicious schemes–
Poor eyes, about to surrender by dawn.
But, its valor endure, to hold a promise,
A hope that every eyes thirst to capture.
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