| My Brother�s Eyes If through his eyes I�d one day see All his pain and misery, Would I come to appreciate, Find common ground which to relate? A clouded gaze through tear-stained eyes. Lifeless clay before him lies. �She�ll be missed�, is all he hears. Who will come to calm his fears? Peering out through cardboard walls, As traffic streams to crowded malls. His daily trials, discomforts be, Hopes are fading fast for thee. Would I see compassion�s mark Through the deeds of loving hearts? Or the face rejection bears From narrow-focused looks and stares? If I could see through his eyes, Might I come to realize My brother, whom I see this way, Could in-turn be me someday? Douglas Fletcher 5/03/2001 |
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