Today I saw a man work diligently with his hands. But his face had no sparkle of joy. I once knew the man well. One day he tripped and fell. He denied his hurt in determination to go on but now I see high hope is long gone. Just watching a man do his work with his hands with a face cold like a stone. He needs a friend. He is so alone. When did he know love as pure love can be? Fake smile no life showing as he works just to keep on going. I am sorry sir that u have not found her. She used to make u smile to ur heart. But she waits and watches a boy torn apart. No one knows the man who lives in hiding silently abiding who gave up fighting to lay down and die. The pain on ur face shows the joy u don't have. I never knew the side of u that I watched today. Maybe the real was not ever let free. It used to be smiles all the whiles if I looked up to see. No more hope? Grab the rope! I came down just for u. I don't understand the grief ur face exposed. I can only guess. My guessing has proven to be a bad thing, so in silence I just want to mention: I notice. I am praying.
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