I met a man today, his hands were calloused and scarred.
His clothes were wearing thin, this man has been worked hard.

He looked rugged, like his body has been strained.
As he got closer, his eyes revealed his pain.

He didn't look like the same man, after seeing his eyes.
He was carrying a broken heart, he was trapped inside his mind.

He forced a smile, as he shook my hand.
He was was a broken hearted man.

His pain was undeniable, but he was still so kind.
The man I met today, was in this mirror of mine.
© chris hunt