LOOSING SIGHT OF THIINGS
In the blur you seek,
is a recollection.
Your eyes have shut
yet you find them all in your heart.
And we have less to flaunt
than you.
You have seen more
than we
and in our life time...
we remain blind...
Your sight has ceased
because you have seen
it all.
YOU ARE READING
OLD SOULS (Poems and other Blurbs)
PoésieWords and other sounds from an open cavity hole of a man who... after so many years... has finally become old... by Jay Protacio Mendoza
