Mine eyes betray eternity
and cannot grasp in kind-
The gestures brought by gentle souls
as generations die.
Mine eyes abandon spirits of
the tender deeds of few
Immortal things that can't be seen-
Persist as morning dew
Mine eyes are blind to legacies
of smiles that warm and care
Though kindness comes and goes at whim-
Its ghost will still be there
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