The eyes are sad, where they once were gay,
And they don't twinkle half as much.
In blackest night or brightest day,
But their age they do begrudge.
...
Read full text
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
A wonderful way of expresing the wear, and more importantly the worth of life, that keeps it going.