MS (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

The Girl With The Sad In Her Eyes

Tired beyond her years
She wore her life on her
Face that day in the traffic.
A once white Debutante
Who longed for life and love.
Maybe life did not deliver,
Or delivered too much.
Where were you rushing to
From the traffic lights,
Girl with the sad in your eyes.
Too rushed to notice me noticing
Too rushed to care.
Debutante, too sad


Martin Swords
Nov 2001

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A nice poem with beautiful imagery. Enjoyed.