Awake often my little red eyes <br />While in the graveyard shift. <br />Sometimes my precious eyes need a long sleep <br />But I tell 'please wake till morn <br />As the night isn't so friendly with us.' <br />Then my eyes grumble; 'You sleep in the morning Master! <br />Though we close our eyes, <br />Yet, we see the World of gambling with human nature.' <br /> <br />* To the unknown little blind girl who roamed in my daydream and said; ' It's really awful Grandpa! when I see your eyes are like two hot iron balls.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/someone-smiles-painstakingly/
