IN HIS EYES

  Eyes that speak to me of days long gone

  yet in their present state appear forlorn.

  Within their depth his parents live and breathe

  their visage in his face, through time reborn

  In age he's traded now, for reverie

  of times made pleasant by their memory.

  He does not hear the future calling him

  or retain the meaning of "To Be."

  Adrift upon his sea of wish and whim

  occasionally attuned when seeing kin

  a thread as fine a bond as a spider's web

  tethers who he used to be, within.

  In his eyes, a glimpse of soulful truth

  of one we knew, but now too far from youth

 

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