In The
Eyes
Reflection
in a shop window glass and you glance
Twenty-two
once was you and you remember as you pass
Why that
street, that store, the light you meet?
Funny how
the past and memory in an instant greet
A Friday
or Saturday night when you’re looking
The urge
to be wild or sit somewhere smoking
Frustration
and despair are as easy as happy if you dare
Don’t
judge that face regardless of its stare
Be that
young again, the sight that stirred you to ten
Take the
risk and approach that beautiful face, your yearn
Doesn’t
matter if it lasts the night only
Don’t
forget how quickly it takes to be lonely
Desire to
grab life and enjoy your passions
Who
decided that conservative routine is your mission?
Be your
mind and fight the deadly boring kind
No regrets
or at least little to speak of, was Little Sparrow’s great motto
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