Mine eyes betray eternity

and cannot grasp in kind-

The gestures brought by gentle souls

as generations die.

Mine eyes abandon spirits of

the tender deeds of few

Immortal things that can't be seen-

Persist as morning dew

Mine eyes are blind to legacies

of smiles that warm and care

Though kindness comes and goes at whim-

It's ghost will still be there

ElusiveMayFly