My Eyes Grow Old
My eyes
Grow old
As if with
Her hair
Bright and white
In the summer air
Soft and light
An autumn evening hue
Warm and comforting
A winters fire glow
Spongy and curly
A spring day walk
My eyes
They don’t register
The changes
Like my body does the seasons
Only when she
Cuts it
Do my eyes
See the changes
She is younger
Again
Along with my eyes
And the beauty
I see
In the seasons
Of a year
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