I saw him sitting all alone - head in his hands-
A haunted look about him - like noone understands.
I wanted to walk up to him - let him know I care-
But like everyone else - I just kept sitting there.
I didn't know his name - and he didn't know me-
But the saddness reflected in his eyes hurt deeply.
I never knew where he lived - or anything of his life-
Never knew if he had children - or a loving wife.
Just knew he was sitting in this diner all alone-
A shadow hanging over him - happiness gone.
I wanted to reach out - tell him not to cry-
But all I saw was deep hunger hidden in his eyes.
A hunger for the life he may have lost long ago?
I wondered about it..but no way to know.
So much hustle-bustle - people hurrying by-
Never noticing the silent man -a tear in his eye.
He seemed so desolate - staring in his coffee cup-
I wanted so much to tell him not to give up!
I wanted to reach out to him...maybe hold his hand-
I noticed he kept fingering his golden wedding band.
Tear's fell in his coffee- pain deep in his soul-
His hungry eyes so bitter - so ice cold!
I walked up to his table - pulled up a chair-
Just wanted him to know someone was there.
Surprise in his face as I touched his hand-
I'd never seen such deep hurt in any man.
He held on to me as his battles raged on-
Somewhere inside he knew he wasn't alone!
No words were spoken - but he felt me there-
Someone to offer a rope- someone to care.
Holding on for dear life - he held to my hand-
In silence we sit there - me and this man.
I never knew his name or the place he abides-
But God, I'll never forget the hunger in his eyes!
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Reviews of "Hungry Eyes"
Reviewed by Ross Ostrander
Reviewed on July 6, 2002
I have been there and done this linda..wondering if anyone cares. Over the past year when I wonder if anyone does care, all I have to do is to think about you. In the time we have known eachother you have become a great friend, and I will always love you for the little thoughts, the little notes and everything that you have done for me. All my love sweetness, Ross
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2002
A beautiful write.. Reminds me of one I did called the weary traveler.
Its the passion that makes the poem. Your passion speaks volumes
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on June 29, 2002
Hi Linda,
Thats a great write,
The truth was I did not know how I was going to pay the bill,you know what its like eat the meal, what comes next.
Been there know all about it.
very searching poem,brings back memories.
All the best,
Morchuis
Reviewed by Tiana (Reader)
Reviewed on June 29, 2002
Wow! Linda! Your compassion speaks volumes. You have a beautiful tender heart, sweetie. A vey touching and moving write...
Aloha,
Tiana
true compassionate feelings... and a well written poem to go with them...
Reviewed by Sanilnath
Reviewed on June 28, 2002
Wow great write ... this is really a beautiful one so funtastic . a really wonderfull wirte .. great, as ur heart always look forward to give the support for those who need ... u are a true friend indeed.
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on June 28, 2002
Thank you so much for sharing this! Such a moving write--I agree with Ron!!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on June 28, 2002
Very touching Linda. A man nobody knew but you. A lonely man, a man with no hope. A man who held back from everything. Do I know this man. Is it? ??????? Love you Baby xoxox. Bill
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Thats a great write,
The truth was I did not know how I was going to pay the bill,you know what its like eat the meal, what comes next.
Been there know all about it.
very searching poem,brings back memories.
All the best,
Morchuis
Aloha,
Tiana
Scada
by the way was that man me & i just didn't know you?
me
josie