BROWN EYES ~BY STEPHEN BAUERMEISTER
Time flies,
When I look into your brown eyes,
Like chocolate sweets,
Time flies,
When I look into your brown eyes,
Like chocolate sweets,
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
The growing idleness of summer grass
With its frail kites of furious butterflies
Once upon a time, son,
they used to laugh with their hearts
and laugh with their eyes:
There are so many roots to the tree of anger
that sometimes the branches shatter
before they bear.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,