A Villanelle

There is light in those green eyes

With so much time yet to brighten.

They’ve still seen too few years to be called wise.

 

Sometimes it rivals the sunrise

With ambition to move a mountain.

There is light in those green eyes.

 

Other times filled with only tired sighs,

Hopes that have been let down too often.

They’ve still seen to few years to be called wise.

 

Seeing so many hellos, so many goodbyes

Seeking new ends and places to begin.

The light in those green eyes.

 

To some there may be a surprise,

Seeing the scars when they were forced to darken,

They’ve still seen too few years to be called wise.

 

As discouraged as they may have been by lies

There’s still so much to see in this world of men.

There is light in those green eyes.

They’ve still seen too few years to be called wise.

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