The Same


The eyes are the window to the soul,
Or so some philosophers say.
Perhaps the body is merely a side effect,
Of the eyes we see each day.

You hurry to dodge the less popular,
You scramble to avoid the nerd,
Did you ever wonder if perhaps,
All they want is to be heard?

When you cry in sorrow,
When you laugh in delight,
These same emotions,
Are shared by those,
With less of the spotlight.

The eyes are the window to the soul,
And no matter which way you turn it,
Through the windows to our souls,
Our eyes and our smiles,
We are all the same.


-Elisabeth Spalding