The battle for daylight still rages
as cars line up at the coffee shops;
from shiny metal beasts
to cloth covered cubicle cages
Most of them on the phone,
some adjusting their faces
lines earned are sometimes burned away,
injections of death to stop Age's pages
from yellowing, cracking and turning
Your age is in your eyes, my friend
they bear all the miles,
they've seen all the trials
and never say a word...
My eyes show my pain
despite being hidden
behind countless pair of glasses
unbidden, their story is always the same
Happy, content, satisfied, resigned;
perspective, we elect how we live, how we die
why we laugh, why we cry
Measures of time, moments subline,
pieces of a life that never come together
square peg in round hole,
jack of all trades and not master of himself,
everyone's dog, always straining at his tether...
Ask me tomorrow or some other time,
my answer may be different
but today, whatever...
10-07-10
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