My Eyes Poem by Kyle Schlicher

My Eyes



MY EYES

my eyes
grown weary
bleary
squinting to read
can
still
guide me
through
a
day
booby trapped
with
the shortcomings
of
mankind.

6-15-2009

Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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