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Open Eyes
With open eyes, I scan the room,
Walls are full of memories,
Floorboards have footprints of life,
Items strewn about the room
Carry the past owners’ delights.
Tommy’s name is on the table
A penknife left a lasting mark.
His spirit once roamed the room
Within his body, deep inside.
Now he watches the years slip by,
Each person a rock in the river of time.
With open eyes he watched and waits,
As time envelopes his toys and home,
While antsy children observe his room,
And open my eyes ponder life.
Will my house, my toys, my room –
Become a museum like Tommy’s is now?
The years will tell, time will toll,
My memories will fast unroll –
Into a blanket of dust that will cover all things,
And I will watch with open eyes,
The course of life as time flies by.
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Sean Riordan
"Being half way there is enough to last a lifetime, but far enough to keep you going." - Sean Riordan
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