Gazing Eyes of Experience
Eyes gazed
Into the mirror of
What these days
Have meant.
Energy spent
And expended.
So easily gone.
Eyes crazed
Into the fears
In many ways
Eating at
The grief of what
Cannot be done.
Or, of what will
Become
Of the future.
Eyes glazed
As words are read
On the screen.
Words of love and care.
Words there
In the gaze.
The best glance
By eyes
That gazed.
Simon C.J. Falk 10 November 2017
Get Up is Gone
Weary
Heavy
Looking for a match
Not for a light
But lever
For droopy eyelids.
The get-up-and-go
Got up
And went!
Spent, on yesterdays
That have moved on.
Maybe tomorrow
We’ll see a return
Of momentum.
Simon C.J. Falk 11 August 2016
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