Tired eyes

I really honestly don't feel 47 but when I saw this image I know I just might look it ;-) Then I got to thinking about all the things these organs have seen like an early childhood memory of my little brother peeing all over a visiting nurse as she picked him up ( he'll kill me if he reads this ).To the not so good like my first dead body, in Northern Ireland 1983, and many years later on UN duty in Cyprus being the one to discover my good friend sadly killed in an accident in the Troodos Mountains. And down the years of course Punch & Judy, Mieca,Rommy to Trevor & Snapper my furball cats all distinctly individual but all fondly remembered alike ... I suppose what I'm getting around to is this ... Whether it's beauty or horror,comedy or sadness our eyes see it all and aren't they just bloody amazing ...........