WEARY EYES
Darkness is falling
Upon my tired eyes...
What then shall I see
If there is no light remaining...
I shall relax and reflect
On the beauties of my active mind...
Memories will be my vision
I fear not what I can't see
But rather on some of
What I have seen...
I will listen closely
To the sounds around me
For they will be the echos
That I harness as my guide...
Oh, do not sadden at my words
I am but one of many that have
Entered this realm...
Be happy for me, for I will no longer
Have to feel the pain and fatigue
Within my eyes
I will see with my heart,
And with my soul
Be not afraid for me,
I will see you standing before me
When we all return home...
I wrote this many years back when I was still under the impression that I would be blind by 50. I have since been told differently...