WOEFUL EYES

Must not we draw
a simple art
to fading eyes
pervading all attention

Poverty needs
bare breast
and cracked feet
to own their tears in pain

Let us not rush
In pedantic overflow
Heeding none
To sell our pen with an ink

Let us not sting
Prodding our knowledge
Spurring moments
Have but one chance to loose

Must not we entourage
Our sweet thoughts
to gain an understanding
into those woeful eyes