Nascent Eyes
Nascent Eyes
Lost memories of the 80's annoy me
recollections for memoirs are long gone
My tangible sensitivity has decreased
but the emotional kind goes on and on
My senses are faint, weakened by
too many dinners, champagne and new loves
There is no such thing as a superficial centenarian
It's all about the pulse
good rhythm, good blood flow
It's different now, profound and simple
one small rounded fresh face looking up
with nascent, hazel eyes
Copyright © Renee Robbins | Year Posted 2015
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