The Holes in my Head

Clearly, through the holes in my head
that seem to pass for eyes,
I find myself in disrepair.

For, I've always met another's gaze
appreciating where it was that they stood, in their life;
giving me an answer to the volume of their eyes.

I've traded gazes with someone younger
and might've added years to my life,
breathing in their youth, to set me free;

then, however...I looked into another's eyes,
and she was old, yet priceless.
For she had turned her years to the twist of, ninety.

What I discovered in her, astounded me.
For, her seasoned knowledge of life overwhelmed me,
and how inadequate it seemed I was.

One's knowledge of life is only comparable to
the quality of one's existence,
and so, I digress,

because now, I realize that it is I...that is the one that is "old",
old enough that I should know better,
and old enough to see clearly the event horizon.

For, I greatly understand my existence, better;
and I shall never gaze into another's eyes with expectations
or I could be swallowed in a blink.