A Lesson Learned

How kind her teared eyes that hid the truth; from the lips that would never confess.

 

Rode the train with my girl today

across the barn swept hollows

Past lush fields of emerald green

with the life and love that follows

 

The train car tapped out a lullaby beat

which spent our time lost in leisure

The smiles past came by with the peace

life's sweet gifts we couldn’t measure

 

A man had set across the aisle of us

he seemed so different from me

Clothes tattered, torn and weathered

homeless and likely worn hard was he

 

I couldn’t help but to take the notice

his features hewn and deeply lined

Drawing a map of where he'd been

red eyed he looked half blind

 

Something alone in his vacant stare

said It was me that he resembled

The thought had taken me a-fright

I looked hard, long and trembled

 

I saw my lover look over him too

noticed the hair might be the same

Except for straggling beard and decay

I had felt a deep sense of shame

 

Could that be what would happen to me

what fallen angel had led him astray

A nightmare vision of life’s full truth

eyes of pain in the heart they betray

 

Then my lover looked back upon me

her thoughts she sought hard to repress

How kind those teared eyes that hid the truth

from her lips that would never confess

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Author's Note

An introspective mirror of myself.

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

This piece holds unmaginable beauty! The seasoned timelessness of such a beautiful, yet solomn journey through the eyes of such a man, yet the thought that they might be yor own looking back at you from the differences of eras. How could a person be more beautiful than the man sat in front of you. Wonderful! Simply wonderful!

[AK]

It was beautiful*tear filled eyes*!!

[EmpressPoetess]

Quite intriguing! The journey to shattering ending is paved with deep mystery and lined with a startling truth. A great write, Tate!

[Penlady]

...the choices we make. There are always fallen angels but in falling the alternative is getting back up. Nobody wants to stay down even if the down was tantalizing and dangerous. The shadows make clearer the light.
Wonderful writing, tender and tough.

[An owl on the moon]

This is a deep, rich journey of the heart and mind.... I always love how you can take the whispers of thoughts and wrap them in flesh and blood... fill them with breath. So well done, Tate.

[Sakib]

Wow! An intriguing poem. Great thought. I liked the whole idea and the concept. Amazing!

[Becky C Strukamp]

I liked this a lot. The song, "When you say nothing at all" was so fitting. An excellent poem

[light and ashes]

A very interesting poem. The similarities between the tattered man and you is a scary thought. So often people's lives take a turn for the worst and leave them homeless..It could happen to anyone. It is important to remember that and not just look at them like they are so different from me and grow indifferent to people like this man infront of you. Phenomenal poem :]

[Green Regol]

I guess at first glance one would think this is about a homeless person, but they couldn't be more wrong. It's about the speaker. He's looking at someone else who's obviously had some rough times and he sees himself, or a person he can so easily become. Scary feeling, right?
You're good with conveying what's on your mind.