Happy Eyes
Happy Eyes
be they brown or blue or hazel or green
We’ve known them,
you and me,
we’ve known them,
the special people,
be they younger or older,
be they boy or girl
be they woman or man,
we’ve known those special people,
those to whom however many curves
life heaves at them,
those to whom however many blows are received,
we’ve known those special people,
those with Happy Eyes,
those that twist with the curves
those that roll with the blows.
Happy Eyes
be they brown or blue or hazel or green
we’ve known those,
those special people that
show a glad face throughout
whatever life throws at them.
We know those people,
those special people
that being with...
that merely being with dissipate our own problems,
dissipate our own fear,
dissipate the loneliness we feel.
Happy Eyes
be they brown or blue or hazel or green
love may be gone,
yet somehow, some way
those people,
those special people,
those with Happy Eyes
persevere with the loss of love,
those special people,
those with Happy Eyes
persevere through illness or pain,
those special people,
be they brown or blue or hazel or green
those special people,
those with Happy Eyes smile...
and to your soul the smile,
the smile of those with Happy Eyes
warms you,
warms you to the soul.
Happy eyes,
Physically ill,
Ill in body and soul yet,
yet those special people,
those with Happy eyes
though hurting
those with Happy Eyes portray warmth,
portray love, portray health.
And we,
we the sad,
we the ill,
we the lonely,
we within direct sight
or within the peripheral sight,
the sight of those special people,
of those with Happy Eyes,
we the sad, we the ill,
we the lonely come from the sight
of Happy eyes feeling less sad
feeling less ill,
feeling less lonely.
We’ve known them,
those special people,
those with Happy eyes.
Anna
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kathy Lynn
I am looking into those eyes through your poem!
Wonderful,
Christine