Mirrors of a Man’s Soul

In the silence of the early morn,
Into this world, a child is born.
With innocence and purity
The love he has will set him free.
He needs no more than love and care,
And happiness he’s glad to share.
He asks no questions and tells no lies,
For he looks at the world through loving eyes. 

As the day progresses into noon,
This little child begins to bloom. 
He’s curious and full of joy,
And everything is like a toy. 
But he’s learnt to tread more carefully,
And the love he has is not as free. 
He’s apt to tell you little lies, 
For he watches the world through curious eyes. 

As now the evening starts to fall,
This little boy has grown so tall. 
He’s learnt to play the game so well, 
(He’s not the kind to kiss and tell.)
He’ll lie and cheat and rob you blind,
And your own business you’ll have to mind. 
For this little boy has grown so wise, 
And he laughs at the world through mocking eyes. 

As all the daylight now is lost, 
Thia man has realized the cost.
He old and sad and all alone, 
His youth and happiness have flown.
He played the game and lost, for sure. 
And time was not a willing cure. 
He’s older now, and not so wise,
And he sees the world through crying eyes.