A Better Tomorrow

I met an old man while I was studying abroad. At first I was afraid because he seemed so odd. It is hard to sit here and express how I felt. He didn’t have to explain the hand he was dealt. If you could take a look, into his deep brown eyes, you would surely see, how his big heart cries. He cries for all the things, he’s bared witness to, Take some time, take a look from his point of view. He cries for his bare feet that have walked for miles. He cries for his back that has hurt for a while. He cries for his wife, from AIDS she has passed. He cries for his pride, lowered from the help he asked. He cries for the meal he is unable to serve, He cries for his worries that he doesn’t deserve. He cries for his child, her education he can’t provide. He cries for his scars that he must hide. On his tired face, there appears no sign of a smile. After all of the suffering, his life is still worthwhile. Though his eyes have seen so much sorrow, he prays every night for a better tomorrow.