THROUGH THESE EYES

A heart once gladdened
Now often saddened
With what I see
Through these eyes.
A part of me dies
As each day flies,
My eyes were blue
They say,
I think they're grey
Still the same sight
Just now
In black and white.
In childhood I'd chase the stars
Climbing trees
Little fish in jam jars,
Grazed knee when I fall
When playing football
"MOM!!!" I'd loudly call.
My eyes have seen love
They've seen joy,
They've spied on girls
I was a naughty boy.
They still wrinkle up
When I frown or grin,
I try to hide fear
So deep down within.
Through these eyes
I've seen many a day,
I've seen death many times
Loved ones taken away.
Sometimes my thoughts
Are lost in these blackened holes,
Through these hollow eyes
Shuttered windows to my soul.

Phil Hall  February 2014