Tired Eyes

One of my favorite poems by Anna Copeland





My eyes have seen
tragic times, almost
better to be blind
with no hurt
than to see great pain,
for depths of vision
flood my heart.
My soul sees all.

With age comes
knowledge, understanding,
interpreting the world
through tired eyes.
A freshness of new
perspective gone.

I view the world
with distance and reserve,
protecting myself from
Life's pain.
Holding back a little
I'm near sighted
to what I see.

The hands of time
ticking away the
moments of my life.
Tired eyes see the
end is nearer with
a whole lot more to see.

Anna Copeland

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