I See


Tender
In eyes dimmed with age
I see the lustre of love

In skin wrinkled with time
I see tender folds of pleated silk

In hands gnarled by years
I see the strength of experience

In a voice trembling with fatigue
I hear the words of wisdom

In a face marked by sorrow
I see the reward of peace

In a body bent by toil
I see the value of effort

I wonder if the world is blind
or if I see beautiful things
in humble places
where others see nothing

©2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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