Sad Eyes Poem by Juan Olivarez

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.

They've seen so much,
Those amber eyes.
As they've gone through life,
Under God's blue skies.

The crow's feet are plentiful,
Round those rheumy eyes.
But the fire deep down,
Cannot be disguised.

When with his grandsons,
They still twinkle a bit.
No, those amber eyes,
Are not ready to quit.

2/15/11 Alton Texas