Wiser Eyes
The silent stalls still haunt him
He walks among the gloom
He almost hears the sounds again
The memories start to loom
He walks on now, his step is slow,
His hair now silver gray
His eyes still hold the same bright light
They did in younger days
He sits down now and hardly moves
His eyes sweep over the scene
His thoughts move backward to a time
When he sang of a homecoming queen
Sometimes, but only rarely now
Someone will stop to say
"Hey, didn't you used to be that guy....?"
It always makes his day
His daughters come to see him
And bring the grandkids too
They love to hear the stories of
The things he used to do
He tells them of the crazy days
The concerts and the shows
Of having fun, but getting lost
The things he didn't know
He sorts his life through wiser eyes
And ponders each decision
He knows he made some bad mistakes
Which came to their fruition
He thinks back on his past two wives
Still cares so deeply for them
He thinks of them as rare gems, both
Still feels they were good for him
He slowly rises and starts back up
To the house that's been his home
He remembers all the laughter here
And regrets ever having to roam
Though alone he lives through quiet days
He still can hear the crowd
He thinks of all good times he's had
And almost laughs out loud
He still gets mail from his dear fans
And relishes the time
He spends with letters and each card
To them he's like fine wine
They still proclaim their love for him
In every line they write
He feels so blessed to have them still
They're cherished in his sight
Much later as he drifts to sleep
He thinks his life's been good
He'd like to start all over again
And relive it if he could
As dreams begin to take him now
He smiles within his sleep
He's riding out in front again
This victory he'll keep
Mary Pruitt
8/5/00
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