STORIES TO BE TOLD

by Jim McMillen the man within   May 4, 2008


NOV. 6th 1989

My eyes have seen so many things,
Stories to be told!
From the loving glow of A young child's face,
To the tears of the hungry and cold !

My eyes have seen so many things,
Of joy, and of despair.
From the birth of my children ,
To parents not often there.!

My eyes have seen so many things,
Of laughter, and of shame.
From three kids running , yelling DAD!!!
To A man with himself to blame!

My eyes have seen so many things,
Of peace, and of fright!
From moments alone with my family,
To A junkie's struggle through the night!

My eyes have seen so many things,
Of expectations, and of surprise!
From the fire in your heart , that I lit ,
To the man that you despise!

My eyes have seen so many things,
OF DARKNESS, AND OF LIGHT,
From the troubles caused, by eyes closed,
To the blinding reality of sight!

My eyes have seen so many things,
Knowing they don't have to be!
A man can change anything!
A forest starts with just one tree!

JIMMY DEAN MCMILLEN

FROM MY COLLECTION
THE BENEFIT OF LIGHT
COPY RIGHT 2007

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  • 16 years ago

    by Sylvia

    My eyes have seen so many things,
    OF DARKNESS, AND OF LIGHT,
    From the troubles caused, by eyes closed,
    To the blinding reality of sight!

    My eyes have seen so many things,
    Knowing they don't have to be!
    A man can change anything!
    A forest starts with just one tree!

    We have to open our eyes in order to see the things that need to be changed and start with one thing at a time. Sometimes the reality of what we see is hard to accept, but we must see in order to make the changes.

  • 16 years ago

    by Crystal Rose Blooming

    My eyes have seen so many things,
    Knowing they don't have to be!
    A man can change anything!
    A forest starts with just one tree!

    what a wonderful up lifting stanza. It's to bad many never plant that one tree or that one good thought. It's plain to see by the sad poems on here how hope has died for many and all that is left is a burnt forest. If every one would read your poems daily they would find the hope and the will and the courage to change.