the cracks in your desert weathered face, <br />home to a thousand thoughts and memories, <br />from a time and a place, <br />long lost to the generals of time. <br /> <br />weak, whispered words, <br />whistle through your well used teeth, <br />and underneath the purple war paint, <br />a face of a modern mortal saint. <br /> <br />with thin grey cotton hair, <br />and a peramant dent in your <br />beloved arm chair, <br />a seasoned soul <br />do not rest those tired eyes just <br />yet my grand old love. <br />for the world still needs, <br />your smile.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pointless-poem-for-you-are-gone/
