The Gleam of your Eye
The years of your life are layed before you,
You can't see them,
But some around you might be able to,
In the twinkle of your eye,
The flash of your smile,
They can see the road you walk,
And some want to be apart of it,
The long years will seem shorter,
The short days will seem longer,
Watching sunsets,
Watching sunrises,
And your paths intersect,
Until the end of the road,
Into the mists of forever.
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