There was youth behind grey eyesA Poem by VeltarWondering about elder people.Day in, day out I pass people longer here than I will be, probably. They have all had their hardships, tears shed when words were too weak. They all look peaceful. Are they really, or does the look come with age? Have they accepted the losses and the extra baggage, or gnaws it at them at night, like years before? Could that be why sleep gets worse with age? I'm too afraid to ask, even those who have been there all my life, who are in every family picture I have. There was youth behind grey eyes.
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