9/16/2026 for Leaves of Life Poetry Contest sponsored by Hiya Sharma
Eyes of Time, do you get tired in the heavens high above as you see the world play out with all its hate and love? Yes, I am the Eyes of Time, and of love, I never tire. There are many ways to love, from kindness to desire. I watch with sweet pleasure when a young man takes a wife, and soon there is a baby, and I thrill at newborn life. Yet, when I watch men fight wars, and see them clash and die, (both sides, virtuous and right) these Eyes of Time must cry.
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