Their Eyes
We look into a sea of faces
looking for some we knew
thirty or forty years before.
We look for them
as they looked then,
not as they might look now.
Their faces may have gone gaunt
and some maybe crossed with lines.
Some may have put on weight
and have bulges where they shouldn’t be,
but the one thing we should look for,
the one thing that never changes
no matter how old you grow.
We should look for their eyes,
as they never change at all.
22 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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