Old Hat, New Hair, True Eyes

Old Hat, New Hair, True Eyes

 

Same blades that carpet the earth,

Swaying aside in ebbs and flows.

As downtrodden as ever they were,

A thousand rubber soles bite down.

 

The sun is harsh and rain is vengeful,

Eventful, but that’s just the norm.

Assembly lines of turning wheels,

With heads bent low, avoid the dust.

 

The centuries of human skin,

The industry of use.

The songs that other mouths have sung,

Familiar, ushered along.

 

The nods that recognize the notes,

The promises in ink.

The singings of another clan,

Of nomothetic youth.

 

Look longer now upon the paths,

To cipher through the rubble.

And find your initial, inaugural step,

The toe that broke your ground.

 

To see it you would have to back,

Away from darkened minds.

To shine a light a thousand clouds,

Had scattered to colored rays.

 

See here, the eye inside a mind,

Once youthful, unabashed.

Before the heavy hand of those,

Who’ve flipped those pages closed.

 

All I’ve wanted was to keep one hand.

 

One on the afternoons of play,

And one on the run-of-the-mill.

One on the worries of what was to come,

And one on the everyday.

 

One foot in the soil of here, right now,

One in my old front door.

One foot on the train that whistles through,

One on the first wet, rusted rung.

 

They disappear, those tired bricks,

That hold the paste of worry.

The words of children running here,

Would spurn such groundless fear.

 

I close my lids to picture this,

The days I’ve long defied.

And laugh to myself as I look anew,

Old hat, new hair, true eyes.

 

 

Reviews

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Great lines words digged from the long long depth of the blu eras

[Abby:)]

I like it. I think it is very well thought out, but if you are saying this to someone you will be to stiff. Make you writing more loose, but with the same ideas and constrast.