Eyes Are Portals To The Mind Poem by Bret Welch

Very few friends have accompanied me
Throughout most of my life.
A lonesome child by choice,
I never really cared for any.
But as age grew me taller,
So did it my curiosity.
Who were these people?
What is their purpose?

I branched out,
And what I discovered
Still startles me.
These people struck me,
Leaving me fully flabbergasted.
Wonderfully wretched,
Uniquely similar,
Perfectly flawed.

How could I be so blind?
Each pair of eyes
Is a colorful door;
Behind each door,
A tale waits to be told,
A lesson waits to be learned.
The knowledge infinite;
The discoveries limitless.