Into the Eyes
When I look into the eyes of the young,
I saw futuristic vehicles gliding
past their old and withered bodies
When I looked into the eyes of the old,
I saw carriages, majestically hobbling the streets,
Horse-drawn and noisome,
fear in the eyes of the young
When I looked into the face of the clock,
I saw my own reflection,
ticking away its life
in shuttered motion
When I looked into my face I saw white eyes
in withered casing
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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