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Tired Eyes

A Poem by:

Anna Copeland

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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
Copyright © 2000

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