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My Eyes

My eyes, they never tell untruths or fiction; they shine, glow, and glisten; they tell many stories if you look, observe, and listen. They have seen big city shopping malls. They have seen mountains that are majestic and tall; cotton, wheat, and corn sprouting up from the soil; mystic, cascading waterfalls; girls playing basketball. My eyes have seen the darkness and the light, the dim and the bright, birds taking flight, young boys flying kites, boxers fighting fights.

I thank God for my sight that feels so right that keeps my brain tight. My eyes are never surprised, because they look beyond the surface but deep inside. My eyes have seen ladybugs, grasshoppers, spiders, and dragonflies. God blessed my eyes to witness tuxedos, gowns, and bowties. My eyes have seen today’s mysteries and years ago history. My eyes, if you look closely, you can see life’s stories, highs, lows, and children grow; lives being destroyed, then taken into tow.

My happiness and joy, bad little girls and good little boys; pain and sorrow; people who were here today, then gone tomorrow. My eyes have seen many things—poor boys who turned out to be kings; the summer, autumn, winter and spring; the birds fly and sing; churches where the bells ring; birth and death, old and new, rock and roll, jazz, hip-hop, classical, and the blues too. They have seen large building tools, the first day of school, peace and war, criminals fighting and shooting it out with the law.

My eyes are the mirrors of my soul; they have seen silver, diamonds, and gold; hurricanes that left their toll; dictators taking control; twisters that were bold; and lover’s taking strolls. My eyes have seen Broadway plays, famous actors on stage, movies, live concerts, weddings and funerals, rivers and oceans, cars, ships, and airplanes…so many different things like flowers, grass and trees, the flight of the bumblebees.

They have seen love and hate, young couples on their first dates, different countries, cities, and states, people who were ignorant, shallow, but yet great. My eyes have seen and witnessed mountains, valleys, hills, and waterfalls; women wearing hats, gasoline and oil; dogs and cats. They have seen the moon, stars, and the sun; submarines, tanks, bullets and guns. My eyes have seen stars fall down from the sky; people who tell jokes and lies; people who give up on life or don’t try to touch the sky. They have gazed upon deer, groundhogs and rabbits having fun; and bears on the run; pretty girls with curls; beautiful things; war and peace; fine restaurants where people dine and eat; good, bad, happy, and sad; young boys who grew up to be dads.

My eyes provide sight for my brains; they have seen choo-choo trains. My eyes, they never lie; my eyes sometimes hurt and cry when telling someone special who died goodbye. My eyes have seen cake, cookies, and apple pies. My eyes derived from the beauty inside; but far more than anything, they have witnessed the sun set and rise. I thank God for my working beautiful eyes.