My Eyes Are Tired


 My eyes are tired, and I need some rest..

Throughout the day, I was weathered but blessed.

Getting older, takes a toll..

But the joy of living, is to behold.


Many treasures, inside my heart..

All of favour, in my cart.

To dream a dream, of the morning bright..

Is beyond my words, and my delight.


Today I pondered, about why and if..

For yesterday, there was not a cliff.

I toiled by day, and cried at night..

To see my angels, blessed with might.


As paths oppose, and seasons change..

I pray that love, covers every range.

History said, that what you choose..

On your bed, you may sing the blues.


Gather forth, the sands of time..

And seeds of gold, will be your rhyme.

As I reflect, on this fine day..

I know my heart, in God will stay.

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