Reminiscence (Poetry Challenge)
What ancient eye looks through me from this frail photograph?
What horizon does it see beyond my many years left to live?
Give me the faith you had when your eyes shone the light
That stilled me forever in shades now so gray and grave.
O what power I have gotten but not the wisdom to use
When after many years and pictures, I grew up.
If such frozen moments reflect what was,
What is it now that looks from these eyes, a man or a child?