|There is a dying in your eyes, though you have all signs of life,|
yet like tarnished brass that's faded, your eyes have lost their light.
Tho' age is drawing onward, you're far from aged yet,
and I wish I knew the phrases that would heal your past regrets.
For I know, tho' not a scholar, that you've gone beyond your years
and, gone also, far beyond shedding worhtless tears.
Someone has hurt you badly, thru shunned or faded care,
but...I know just where to seek you, for I too am hiding there.