Distorted reflections fall spontaneously from moist eye,
slowly each droplet evaporates on touching youth's skin
rivulets follow line of mouth and dimpled, quivering chin,
as memories turn the cog of life's uneven yoked wheel.
The past is not always of multiple years
even a short life has it's share of pain
a fist from an angry arm often aims true
leaving it's mark for tears to wash like salve.
A head covering stylish though it may be
hides a multitude of grevious bruised skin
pulled this way or that it cannot erase the pain
mirrored for all the world to see.
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