Life

I was woking one day,
and with fresh eyes I could see
a world of wonder
of many things that were new to any eyes opening.

I didn't know what was,
but knew it was a fresh start of something new,
I saw faces with funny looks
and I wondered why their eyes faced me.

I started to see, and make sense,
as I thought but didn't know
it would end up as it has, a reason unknown
but for a reason that was meant to be.

I see now it was a story of a person that was mixed up,
and saw what it all meant... Life.

John N R
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Late-night thoughts.

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beautifulyou
To see, with fresh eyes.. wondrous! rose
Johnr23
Thank you :) ..but in the final ending, how would that be seen? :) I would think every day there are so many things that are still new to are eyes, as every day we learn and see thing that we never did before :) as we return to the start :)

John
freedom64
good write
Johnr23
Thank you :)

John
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