Laugh Lines
Old eyes are scrap books. Old eyes grace our world. Yet, young eyes are irresistible. Oh, the things these young eyes will see...
I love old eyes.
Crinkle-cut eyes, twinkly with life, surrounded by a million laugh lines.
Look, we live in a universe with no sure bets. Old eyes have navigated that. Old eyes have seen the storm, adjusted the sails, turned into the heavy seas ….
Yet, think of all the Christmas mornings old eyes have seen. Think of all the sunsets, first kisses, June weddings, moody mornings, airport hugs, summer road trips.
Old eyes are scrap books. Old eyes grace our world.
Our culture prefers young eyes, but why? They haven’t seen nuthin’ yet. They haven’t survived a winter in Wyoming, or a day at the DMV, or lost “the best dog ever.”
Young eyes are shiny, sure, like cars off the showroom floor. Like they’ve been buffed to an impossible sheen.
Young eyes are irresistible. Yet they seem not to have earned our gushy adulation.
Such is life. Nobody ever said it’d be fair.
