Pretty Eyes

Such pretty eyes and smiles that sing,

I wonder where this version has been,

In this fast and hurried world,

It makes me wonder how I can cope,

I hold onto this and the source of my strength,

For without it it is all in vain,

I sit here at my window sill,

Reflecting on the good the bad and ugly,

I will not grind my teeth today,

But look outside to entreat myself.