Corning, N.Y. U.S.A.
I see them everyday.
I see them in the workplace and at every mall.
I see them on the street, in windy days of fall.
I see them when they are at play, but never when at rest.
I watch them smile, I watch them hate.
I watch them in times of innocence.
I watch them other times resigned to fate.
I watch them glow from grand fools jest.
Of late I've looked into the glass, but did not see blue skys.
Just resigned acceptance to lines from hardship, of promises and lies.
Today I've seen two new ones, and heard a fairy lyre.
Broken chains, a self made cage, a heart that now repents.
And if the days that I have left, are shortened to a page.
I'll write a splendid tale of love, with honeyed amber days.
For the two I see reflect to me, a simple country spire.
I thank the Master of us all, such work, to him the praise.