Pretty Eyes

Big, pretty eyes open up to the world,
not yet seeing things they will wish to forget,
unaware of the happiness they will fail to remember,
oblivious to the cruelty they haven't tolerated yet.

Young, pretty eyes laugh at the world,
still not fully understanding of what they see,
what a beautiful face, fair heart, carefree,
tears in the well ripple pretty eyes seeing me.

Sad, pretty eyes see the world as it is,
suffer many losses, still sparkle through the pain,
unable to forget or to remember or believe,
lonely, pretty eyes with a face and no name.

Tired, pretty eyes turn away from the world,
the many who have looked and admired once will never
know for certain just what pretty eyes have seen
until the day they close forever.

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