Photo by Lara Schutz – copyright 2008

Eyes: young and blue. One matched pair, slightly used;
Called striking, on occasion. Asking trade.
No known impairments, still sparkle like new.
Seeking an extra-genetic upgrade;
Recessive genes – too slow in receding -
Have denied me the brown shade I adore.
Thus, I beg an exchange satisfying
Purely aesthetic desire, nothing more;
My mind will retain the burdens perceived
Within a scant two dozen years of sight;
Memories – good and bad only conceived -
Remain, to fade slowly in life’s twilight.
   Alas, I know this yearning is but vain
   Hope, tinged with an envy I can’t constrain.