WHAT MY EYES SEE
My eyes see differently than once a child did see,
Reality of all that's around, a world of recognized
Sounds.
What my eyes see are not the coloring books and
Cartoons,
Not the exploring of our neighborhood and childish
Ways.
Not the magical world from a young boy's eyes lost
With time,
What my eyes see are a different kind of beauty and
Some insanity.
This world has changed, along with the changes in me,
What my eyes see are so many things that I never
Dreamed.
Keith Garrett
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Yes, as do many sadly. nice poem
Thanks for reading.
On Wed, Nov 18, 2020 at 11:27 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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As time moves along, our eyes find new things to see. Yet, they sometimes desire to experience the past as well.
I do love the past.
On Wed, Nov 18, 2020 at 8:21 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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