The saddness in her eyes,

was a plain and simple truth.

The years had come and thrown her down,

and robbed her of a youth,

that should have rang with joy

should have sang with glee.

Instead, her life was painful,

anything but happy...

Pity makes its mark on me,

a tear rolls down my cheek.

How could one be so strong,

yet be counted amung the weak?

Looking at her weary face,

I watch troubled thoughts arise.

But it's at this moment that I see,

the same thing in my eyes.