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Eyes

gingerjon

GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN R.I.P.
what have your eyes seen through your lifes travels

Life’s Journey

Eyes
In passing years I have seen through my eyes
Hot sunny days and bright cloudless skies
And when sunny days are dull and overcast
I knew in my mind they would not last
When trials and tribulations try our mettle
All those trials of life we have to settle!

Only when love is in the heart and eye
Rainbows cover black clouds in the sky
My baby blue eyes see calm coexistence
There’s only here and now nothing in the distance!
But my child eyes look out with wonder and curiosity
To seek out a new life were I would make my identity

When youth looks ahead with eager eyes
Sweeping the earth and searching the skies
These eyes see what they never wanted to see
Long years of war bringing fire and destruction to me
An air raid warden wakes me upfrom my warm bed
For the drone of enemy planes were flying overhead. . .

Through my school days eyes taught me to read and write
To struggle with lessons with all my might
While young eyes of youth brought girls into my life
Love looked through my eyes to find a beautiful loving wife
What wonder - my eyes see what power it brings to see?
When eyes swim with tears to see each child born of me!

My eyes dimly shine, but there is more of me to see
I am unique and alive and have personality. . .
But when I lose all sense of being and this is yet to be!
Love will master the anguish if my soul cries desperately
While other eyes that watch and on other eyes that weep
Descends the solemn mystery of eternal sleep!

John Houghton
Copyright 2008
 
John as I have said before to others I wish I was able to put on paper what is in my heart and head. Agree with Mariew lovely poem. Jean.
 
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