“ Reflections ” ~ in a changing eye ~

 

I still see clearly

The laughter

In her eyes,

Oft times

Meant but to hide

The anguish

Felt inside,

Or hold back

A mother’s tears

When in its stead

A warm embrace

Would take the place…

 

The while unknown

Her sheep said black,

Set to make tracks

Upon a world untried,

He’d soon discern

Life’s perilous facts,

Bids not an easy ride…

 

When he awakens

To look back

On years ago,

The lines of colour

Have so blurred,

He barely sees

The faded image,

For what he’d lived,

Be but reflections

Left in a changing eye,

Time now finds to obscure!

 

“ The Womanizer ” ~ kindles belief ~

 

‘Tis said a womanizer

Is but a tantalizer

With inherent charm,

And fertile propensity

Fashions all his way,

With amplitude

That awakens a desire

In women he’ll prey,

Having thus pursued

He’ll kindle a belief,

With the altruism

A Lothario kneads,

Resistor finds to plead,

Assured he’s the prize

Women can but idolize!