Portrait of Meanness
The Expression I saw of Envy and greed.
A Portrait of Words
A portrait of words,
A face aged by hostile thought.
The sunken eyes of jealousy,
A disobliging tongue,
A thousand words upon a thousand lines,
Carved by a thousand frowns.
Oh what joys you miss,
What joys you miss.
And what of all those words,
They can all be washed away,
The tinted windows of suspicion,
They can be broken,Just like the back of self denial,
But where does one start?
With a smile,
With a smile.
© John Birch
