Tired Eyes

My eyes are so tired
from stinging, wind-driven snow
that they hurt again
in bright sunlight.

We can become so comforted
by our familiar sorrows
that we turn away
from happiness.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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