Poetry by Charlie Gould

EYES

I got to see my own eyes today.
They seemed to be looking
Both backward and forward
Through time, at the same time.

They seemed to strain to see
A clouded future;
And struggled to avert from seeing
The painful past.

Oh! If only they could see
The present, I might sleep.

--Charlie Gould*

*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."