It's easy to see the concern, stress, and worry in people's eyes these days.Guess the old days of hanging around the old country store listening to the old men tell tales and laugh are gone forever.

We lock ourselves behind closed doors and view the world thru the TV or computer.

A few years back I began a journey involving hurt, pain, rejection, sickness, and much more.It was during this time this poem was written. Perhaps someone will be helped or at least relate and know you are not alone!

Look at him and his great smile,little man with the graying hair.

You would think he never had a care,just strolling along headed nowhere.

Watch closely and after a while, you might just see the pain hiding inside!

He puts up such a front on the outside.The misery and hurt he tries so hard to hide.

Dark glasses cover his eyes to make him look normal when someone walks by.

Ask him how he is doing and great he will say.When in reality it's all a front.

Little man just trying to survive another day.

In his room at night he does cry,his heart broken so badly he feels he will die.

No sympathy does he seek.Tomorrow he will put up his front again.

Swearing to himself they will never know he is so weak.

He thinks of the days when as a young man all he could do was dream.

Then life made him feel like a fish swimming upstream.

Now if he had his way, he would let loose and scream, nowhere to go and nowhere to hide.

Your advise he does not need, caused he has tried and tried.Now all that's left is to lie there and cry.

The pain grows worse and he just wants to die. No use to say hello, no need to say goodbye.

Perhaps his front as well as all hope is swiftly passing by. Oh please,.Please someone.

Don't let another well go dry and another life slowly die!