Tired eyes

Tired eyes,
Bloodshot and gritty,
Tired eyes,
Why do they look so dim?
How does a glow that shone once brightly
Fade to a shadow long past,
Tired eyes.

Once, it was not an illusion,
Youth in its prime was the reason,
Burning the candle at both ends each day,
Learning to play
Games of love and abandon,
Truth and faith in one person,
Lies and deceit soon got in the way,
So sad,
Things gone astray.

Tired eyes,
Wrinkled and bitter,
Tired eyes,
No longer smile and shine,
Into the gloom they close and flutter,
Seeing no more of this life,
Tired eyes.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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