Blaring lights, white gowns,
Startle me from sleep.
Loud noise, excited sounds,
Overwhelmed I weep.
I stare out at a world
Almost too good to be true,
A grand adventure has been uncurled,
These eyes of mine are new.

Climbing trees, playing ball,
Things I've come to know.
Grasses grow, gold and tall,
I smile at my first snow.
Catching bugs and butterflies,
A leap and spring has sprung,
Fluffy clouds and lazy skies,
These eyes of mine are young.

Dance floors, discoveries,
Love just comes and goes,
Endless opportunities,
Gates that do not close.
Laughter, joy and having fun,
Everything I hear and see,
Don't fly too close to the sun,
These eyes of mine are free.

Pitter patter through the house,
Chubby legs and feet.
Venturing into parenthood,
My life is now complete.
Working hard and paying bills,
Fulfilling my new role.
Looking at stars, the night stills,
These eyes of mine are whole.

Settling down, making memories,
Watching grandchildren grow,
Treasuring these moments,
Oh how I love them so.
Days seem to come and go,
Wars have gone and raged,
My world is starting to slow,
These eyes of mine are aged.

Quiet moments, drifted sleep,
I dream of times gone by.
Safe at night my soul you keep,
Contentedly I sigh.
Gazing at the sunset,
My fragile soul exposed,
I whisper softly ,'Don't you fret',
These eyes of mine are closed.