She looks so young to me.
How can that still be...

Shabby with unkempt hair,
Seeing with an eerie stare...

Bright eyes make my day
The world reflected in them...

Beware those who are certain.
They have answers for us all...

Of all the years that we could be,
56's the best...

Forgiveness for us.
Cosmic state of grace invoked...

Full moon beams from high.
Only reflected sunlight...

Audacious little digit,
The piggy that stayed home...

You sulk and leave the room at night.
I'm asleep when you return...

Every night I think of you,
Round about this time...

The first anniversary is the one,
That tradition says is paper...

Others inhale smoke
I only dream of the taste...