The Mischief Of The Light
Poem By Jack Mashman
I saw two children in the light
One was pretty, her hair was fair
She flashed a smile so good to see.
The other child was lean and dark
With features ravaged by unloved years,
Her eyes were haunted, her vision scarred.
I said hello to both of them.
The first child smiled and waltzed away
The other placed her hand in mine.
Then suddenly I was confused
Perhaps it was the mischief of the light
It was the fair haired one who held my hand.