Why Must We Wash Towels If We Only Use Them When We'Re Clean
WISE EYES
We all turn and read another page
Through the very eyes of age
Such wisdom behind brown, green or blue
We all read that same page, even me and you
The very eyes of age stare at a face
As we forget each kiss but recall every warming embrace
That face isn’t the one that once hid wanderlust
And now the eyes of age know who and who not to trust
Then to see what we’ve never seen before
And care not to see very much more
For flaccid iis now what used to be a rock
And tightly pulled skin has surrendered to that old grandfather clock
There’s no getting around finding time and youth the same
Until time steals youth and only that damned clock is to blame
You’re just about ready to take your final bow on life’s stage
As we all begin to see through the very eyes of age
© 2011.…~ Phreepoetree free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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