Behind Old Eyes

Behind old eyes I see

A boy, once young and free

Whose laughter rang

Who danced and sang

Who smiled back as me

 

Behind old ears I hear

The sounds of passing years

And yet somehow

They're different now

But to my heart they're dear

 

Behind old hands I sweat

I work to not forget

And with a sigh

I say goodbye

To last year in regret

 

Behind old voice I shout

For time to let me out

To travel back

And fix my lack

To end lethargic doubt

 

Behind old faults I last

To form again the past

To take the chance

And to enhance

So futures become vast

 

Behind old thoughts I dwell

Send laziness to hell

To quell assurities

Of immaturities

And make my future well

 

But now I understand

The ship of life is manned

And I must steer 

This vessel dear

For I alone command

 

Behind old eyes I see

A man so young and free

Whose future gleams

Whose smile beams 

Behind these eyes is me

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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