PRECIOUS LITTLE SOUL   Leave a comment

A rose
always shares
beauty
with all.
 
Then the blossom
withers,
fades,
and loses its color.
 
But it is
the same
flower.
 
An old
bent over woman
with a strange
scent.
Where has the desire
to kiss her gone?
 
Fifty years ago
her beauty
was world-renowned.
 
Too pretty
for common eyes.
The best girls
for the
best guys.
So pretty
she was.
 
Now just look.
No,
really look.
Look in her eyes.
It is her,
still her.
Still so very
beautiful.
 
The rose,
is still
the rose.
 
See the little boy
playing.
His innocence
is perfect.
He smiles
He laughs
He plays
 
He is vulnerable
and he doesn’t
even know it.
 
He is beautiful
and free.
 
A joy,
a true joy
to only
observe him.
But…..
that was sixty
years ago.
 
Now he sits
in a smokey
card room.
 
He weighs
three hundred pounds.
He takes the money
of those less savvy
than himself.
 
Horrible,
unpleasant,
a pig.
 
But look in his eyes
No,
really look………..
 
J
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