Of a man by Aaron Hydes

I look out the window
and all that I see
is the face of a stranger
who is staring at me.
The lines on his face
show the battles he's lost,
but are scars of a broken heart
that has come at great cost.
Stubble on his chin
from where he just hadn't shaved
they show he's worked hard
on his journey to the grave.
His hands maybe calloused
maybe hard to the touch
but seem gentle and loving
when he says "I love you so much"
His hair is a mess,
and a little unkempt
but appearance means nothing
when you have just wept.
Deep lines round his eyes
show the path that he had trodden
whether happy, sad or terrible
each step never forgotten.
I look out the window
and all that I see
is the simple reflection
Of a man, that is me.