My daughter's friend has epicanthus eyes: <br />not much escapes her cool and knowing look. <br />The High School boys regard her as a prize, <br />but we know better, we know someone took <br />her heart and from the start has queered the pitch <br />and toss of Chance. Where others dance, advance, <br />beneath veneer of nonchalance, smiles rich, <br />she feels condemned to stitch steel surface glance <br />to hide hid pain, vain tears few ever see. <br />Perhaps this New Year, blessed by Lady Luck, <br />may turn tide, ride to joy through harmony, <br />replacing fears as outlook clears, love-struck. <br />Epic can't heal those epicanthic eyes, <br />wheel turns, bell rings, brings bliss, adieu to sighs.<br /><br />Jonathan ROBIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wise-epic-can-t-untruss-epicanthus-eyes-thus/
