In the crowd she passed me by; <br />Through a land I’d never been, <br />Might she be a mother, a housewife? <br />Perhaps some beauty queen. <br />Her teeth were almost perfect, <br />White soldiers in a row, <br />With ruby lips to frame them; <br />In that land I did not know. <br />Those stunning eyes still haunt me, <br />So soft, so pale, so green, <br />Truly the most stunning eyes, <br />That I had ever seen, <br />Her radiant smile, freely given me, <br />Was etched upon my soul, <br />Her selfless act of kindness, <br />Had made my spirit whole. <br />Then rudely wakened from my dream, <br />I faced mortality; <br />In a world that’s forgotten how to smile <br /> …Here in reality. <br /> <br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-134/
