THE EYES DON’T LIE
By John Thomas Tuft
It is said there’s many a slip twixt cup and lip
And that you cannot hide your lying eyes
Never draw to an inside straight and
Don’t tell your wish or spoil the surprise.
But just like that aching skip of the heart
When your little boy no longer reaches for your hand
And your own birthday wish is still for a pony
Deleting the pictures does not erase memory’s demand.
If I swear to never lie again
Be sure to look me dead in the eyes
I always draw to the inside straight
I speak my wishes aloud and give away the surprise.