Each year finds new
scales upon our eyes.
Some old ones have fallen away,
and left behind,
as though we were a snake
(as though we are not!).
The new ones nowadays have grown
from care and work
from stretching, and tiring easily,
and sometimes they are not so beautiful
as the ones they displaced.
Once upon a time the new was youthful,
furious to waste energy upon the world,
these were rosy lenses,
and we loved them,
lived through them,
and were oh so pleased
to have lost
the older old,
of childhood hopes
the fears and tears that no-one understood
because speech failed us.
No, in youth we would not express them,
they were trivial,
like the plume of dust behind our truck,
just drive away (faster) and don't stop or it will catch us.
What is on our eyes today?
We'll see when they're behind us.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known. So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.