Pale Green Eyes

` I woke on Sunday morning to see, the gaze of a man looking back at me. A man whose life was lost in fears shattered dreams and wasted years. A man whose weathered face and callused hands bore dark shadows and wrinkled skin. I stared into those pale green eyes saw the pain, each held inside. So filled with hurt and deep despair I stood in silence and watched him there The down side of life in that room where he slept I turned from the mirror and wept