To the pile of Kleenex on the floor

Child eyes open
skipping the way to school
Who'd be fool
or brave enough to fall
for the notion of love
waving hope  
from the last chance saloon
the home of gamblers
liars, cheats and rogues
Drying your own tears
the lesson for us all
On the edge of a storm
thin stubs of sunlight pierce the gloom
a robin stirs to greet the dawn
the orchestra still plays
veneering roses
turned to gray