Lives Slip

Lives Slip

by

Mollie Lyon

 

Lives slip silently by.

Who knows what's

behind that hollow eye,

in dark recesses

lie past successes.

Gray heads bent

troubles for a time lent.

We can't see them now

under that vacant brow.

A sketchy obituary

read in the paper

tells some of the story,

but then it's late to know.

We can't reach in.

Sometimes we can't begin.

No one around to tell the story

and we find out too late

the story trapped

behind a precious one's fate.