will pour from soft brown eyes.
A usual smile
unsuspectedly turned upside down
by the course of time.
tired and weary.
aching and reeling.
Shall someone pull away the madness?
Replace the troubled boy
with one of glee.
Let the sad boy die
alone and crying
in some dark alley.
As the little girl displays
her dimples.
Is it a real dilemma?
or a philosophical truth?
Indeed.