Sunday, 29 August 2010

Yet He Smiles

Disheveled, dirty
unkempt, unclean.
A smirk that covers
everything seen

Notorious sad movements
hiding innocent dreams
Cut, bruised hands
behind pocket seams.

Eight, nine maybe,
experiences deceive
and observing minds perceive

A child actor
On an old broken stage
With shimmering ways
and eyes that assuage

He understands
yet pretends to remain
just a little child smiling
while the innocence stays.

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