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!

[Lena M. P.]

To see ourselves...to walk in another's shoes...can be mind altering and soul reflecting. You have touched on this and added loves kindness and blindness in one poem. Well written Tate.

[-Scribe in Style-]

It is like walking into a cave and the way you came in has disappeared and you can only look forward.
Deep, delicate and determined...

[Robert Kahil]

A highly intriguing look at love. Sort of eternal in a way. Truly wonderful use of words.

[Lorraine]

Interesting view. Besides the usual sympathizing, I never felt anything more than that to a random homeless stranger. And right now, I just felt ashamed of that. The power of this poem lies with how it effectively made me look at things in a different way. Really creative and insightful.

Keep Writing, ^___^

[Taji Herbert]

BRAVO

a glimpse inside is always the hardest to look at or keep your eyes off of!

[littlelilypurplebride]

I love this lota Character, thought i would take a peek but i have also experinced this seen myself in another and we change as we grow there is much wisdom in your words. Bravo nice work god bless lily

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

The imagery was kept simple and clean with a brief looking in a mirror moment. Not too much emotion, just to the point =)

[Geralyn Miller]

The ability to see yourself in others, to see the humanity in others who seem scarcely human, that is what makes an artist , writer's who can face introspection are true artists, not just run of the mill hacks.