Eyes
Morag,  Morags Written Work

Youth’s Eyes

Youth’s Eyes

Mind wanders, in youth's eyes,
To where all of my dream lies,
It takes me back only little years,
Where I not once looked up to peers.
Children always do, what told not to,
Memories, now like a stone in my shoe;
But you have to climb to fall,
No matter even how small.
Wiping my misty eyes dry,
At sights when tiny tots cry;
Being young, nothing on my mind,
Growing up not having to rewind.
Eyes open, dreaming wide awake
Dreaming - my spell unable to break,
Back to my never ending youth.
Where youth was away from death's door,
Replaced by maturity.  And walking slower,
In the garden of withered flowers,
Each Headed by loss of all powers.
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