Poem: Her Eyes

They have seen much
The color of waves
on a stormy sea
now more white-cap foam
than sixty years ago.

Memories dance
bright like the lights
at the foot of a stage
eventually go dim
as the curtains close.

What is now
isn't what it used to be
isn't what she remembers
how much things have changed
she doesn't recognize it.

Hues once vivid
have gone to grey
shattered and cracked
like pieces of a puzzle
that no longer fit.

Her story forgotten
unless a kind soul
wishes to help her recall
the lessons of a lifetime
to bring to the light.

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