My eye aches, and I

Am too tired not to care,

As the dust glitters by

In the reflective air.

     Poems unknown

     Are hard to bear.



My eye aches - the eye

Is a mirror where

Self-deceptions try

Vainly to disappear.

     Things I have done

     Are no longer sure.


My eye aches, but I

Must see through the tear,

Take trouble to spy

Out light from the glare.

     Youth has gone:

     But age is not here.