The Eyes Have It
My eyes watching you,
From near yet so very far,
Across narrow street,
Yet so wide we’ll never meet;
My eyes watching you,
As you get out of your car,
Gather up your things
And in soft voice sweetly sings
A tune I can’t hear
Because I am not quite that near
My eyes want to see
My head says it will not be.
My feet want to go,
But just how smart is a toe,
My voice wants to greet,
My mind thinks we’ll never meet,
My eyes still watch you,
It’s all that courage will do.
Gloom
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