Pale Green Eyes
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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
Copyright © Patrick Kelly | Year Posted 2022
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