These Old Eyes
If you could see, through these old eyes,
perhaps then you would realize,
I'm not just who I use to be,
I still have life inside of me.
If you could see through these old eyes,
and watch the people hurry by,
no time to stop to say hello,
the sad thing is they just don't know,
how much happier my life could be,
if just one of them stopped, to talk with me.
To share a joke, a laugh, or two,
I ask myself, what harm could it do?
Perhaps someday, they'll realize,
When they to o look through these old eyes.
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