In those deep eyes he sees
The world looking back,
It calls him, asks of him
Assistance in moving on.
His face is not so small
That aging can be seen,
But cracked lips echo
Wearing and the sad.
Shoulders wide but still
Too sloped to bare
Such weight he’s borne
Pain, stiff neck and clench.
Eyes still there again.
Holding water, even still.
No one watching now.
Holding water, even, still.
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