The smile to his eyes--
In his smile, the fright forfeits,
In his eyes, it ages well,
And when he laughs, his wrinkled cheeks,
Lift his eyes in sweet dispel.
The eyes to his face--
The battles lost, he has forgone,
But lose he did, he did disgrace,
And when he laughs, his gaiety eyes,
Gleam forth from amid his face.
The face to his tears--
He holds his grief inside of him,
His face quells the fears he bore,
And when he cries, he sees that face,
Trapped within the tears he stores.
The tears to his smile--
He sits within the pool of tears,
And smiles for all that has become,
And when he cries, he laughs, he cries,
He laughs, he cries, and then succumbs.
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