There’s a hidden story behind them,there’s a secret hidden pain,
those deep, yet long wrinkles, that attempt to hide the scars in vain.
Her sad sunken eyes searched for someone lost in the distance.
I noticed a tear tremble as she tried her best to avoid them in resistance.
Who was it that she longed for? who was it that she searched?
who could have left her so broken? Unaided as I continued to implore.
She looked at me; as if it was her final goodbye,
I held her hand to reassure her; as she began..
to close her eyes.
When one reaches old age, help them and learn from them. Don’t break them even further.
There’s much you can find just by looking into the mirrors of their soul.