What Do You See?

Your eyes are windows

Gateways to the past

Fathoms of wisdom

Eons of age

Your history as colorful as a patched quilt

Worn with wear

A weary traveler

On a dirt path

The memory book

Passed down from generations

A story within a story

Your smile is like liquid silver

Something unknown and treasured

A demure portrait

Of the real you

Every part of you

Tells a story

A work of literature; of art

Forever etched in the sands of time

For they are running out

Soon all will crumble

And fade into memory

But before you go

Look in my eyes

Tell me what you see