I look to my generation, and I see sans eyes,
I look to my parents' generation, and I see sans ears,
I look to my grandparents' generation, and I see sans eyes and ears,
I look at myself, and I wonder: 'What must life be, if without the company of any eyes to see me or ears to listen! '
And I surrender.
And I weep.
© Evan Lindeman,2016
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