Our aging eyes
cannot see
our beautiful world in clarity
our aging eyes
squint and strain
not seeing the light drizzle of rain
or the colors of spring
so bright and cheery
our world becomes fuzzy
lacking clarity
Our aging eyes
Is it a gift or a curse?
I'm not sure
but I know it always comes first
Copyright @ Aqua Flower
The eyes are the most beautiful feature of a woman, especially in youth, I have written many poems on the eyes, they hold enchantment and mystery they can burn through a person or make a slave of a lover, but unfortunately..they do age but they can always carry hope, very good poem Aqua! !
Some things are there to see from heart thought body is becoming weak yet heart is young, with age every organ will be indifferent eventually. Liked it.10++
Thank you for this insightful reply...it is so true..we remain young inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful work...pragmatic expression on aging eyes! Happy to read your poem after a long gap! I vote this beautiful poem with a 10
Thank you my dear friend for your comments and yes, I am glad to be back to writing again.