I know these child's eyes, said she
For they've been haunting you and me
Lasered beams that sear thru gloom
X-raying focus that leaves no room
For stuff that hides with stinks or tricks
Covered up with dust and sticks
Rays of truth shoot deeper still
Like arrows do and always will.
What was that wee Tiny Tim once said?
About us all..., as he was fed?
Something of comfort, something of love,
A token thanks to one above.
Doesn't matter, just can't recall
Maybe later, the quote will fall.
The eyes of truth, they fickle be
Wandering away so far from me...
Oct 99