sometimes I wish I knew
how hard life is for you
but all I can ever do....
is try and imagine.

Not knowing where you've been
or the how or why you came to be in...

leaves me to wonder
when
did itall begin to spin
out of control

I can't live in your skin
or see life the way you do
but I can honestly assure you that  it's easy to see
that the smile you share doesn't come anywhere near
to hiding the pain...
I see in your eyes

.Yet each and everyday
I see you out here
and I say
how you doing?, then as I pass on by
I always ask myself why
I keep asking that..   when it's obvious that I know
That
the answer is " not good "

its just how you lift your face , straighten your back
, give me that smile
without a trace of bitterness
to be heard...
  in each simple word
That so graciously you  return,
" Doin fine and thank you for asking "

AND....... Thats why
I always stay my course,,
nodding and smiling
as I pass on by,
for each and every time
I start to cry
.Not sure why
but its what I do

But it's not because
I feel sorry for you
that my tears start to  flow
NO!
Although it could be true
That  I may feel sorry for you

But the tears are for me
Because...you see

  I feel sorry for myself
Because I haven't a clue
how hard life must be for you.

... and I cry for me myself ... because
Truly.....
.....I can"t even imagine.. .