I Can’t See My Life

My eyes are on backwards 
I just can’t see my life 
Until it passes

Then I try to grab it
With hands that never work 
That just hold onto wood

As a kid I wanted glasses
I thought they’d make me smart
Now I feel too smart and it hurts

Or I feel too hurt and it smarts
Either one works
As that sadness of my youth returns

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Robert C Gaulke

Mon 1st Jul 2019 10:28

Thanks, guys.

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Martin Elder

Mon 1st Jul 2019 09:34

The closing and the opening lines are the ones that make this poem for me.
Nice one Robert

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Don Matthews

Mon 1st Jul 2019 05:41

Clever Robert....

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