Eyes

Eyes in the distance
Hidden by the night.
Sitting on a bench,
in the deserted park.
Keeping warm with day old
news, another mans trash.
Praying for a miracle, dreaming
of another way, another day.
Cursing the rain clouds
praising the warmth of the sun's rays.
Begging for a torn and worn coat
frightened for life.

Eyes that see more than
You and I, ignored by society.
Considered a disease, unwanted
in this self-concerned world.
Offering a service for change,
just enough to feed himself.
Sleeping in an alley, amongst
a mountain of trash.
Hiding all his pain with gifted spirits,
just another day, no change.
No, he hasn't seen the world,
but his eyes know much more.