when the open hand is here
and eyes of kind could cheer
what of the one who lays
in coldness, still he stays
understanding not a smile
who once could so beguile
now incapable to say
how brought his life this way
as settles on the flakes
so white his soul snow makes
cold eyes are all to give
no more, else not to live
a pile of hurt remains
while you pass by it refrains
but glance as on you walk
with surreptitious talk
driving further into peace
your charity gives release
©HeyHey 2012
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