I see

In eyes dimmed with age 
         I see the lustre of love
In skin wrinkled with time 
         I see soft folds of pleated silk
In hands gnarled by years 
         I see the strength of experience
In a voice trembling with fatigue
         I hear the words of wisdom
In a face marked by sorrow
         I see the reward of peace
In a body bent by toil
         I see the value of effort

I wonder if the world is blind
         or if it is what I wish to see
when I see beautiful things 
         in humble places 
where others see nothing

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