To us among, you passed along, the sweetest song.
Our faces were vile, with grace they smile, but now forego.

For no one knows, how life foregoes, such beautiful prose.
Our surroundings glare. A sinful stare, with you are spared.

In passing glean, such eyes have seen, surreal my dream.
for no souls believes, what true they see, until it leaves.

And when you passed, our lives aghast, the final last.
For our faces vile, until they smiled, but now forego.

Copyright 2001 Joseph Michael Egan