Spent

Wild are the eyes of the wise.
They advise you to strengthen ties.
Those that bind you to another.
A distant friend or forgotten mother.

They tell not how to strengthen bonds.
Raindrops trickle on still ponds.
Water ripples and people fear,
But soon the water returns clear.

Day or night I awaken cold,
Knowing not why life grows old.
Still I wake, just like the water.
Another day, another dollar.