Poor Boy

His eyes are sad.
Not quite to tears,
And he'll naver tell me
All his miserable fears.

He's lost his way.
Not sure what way to take.
I wish I could help him
With the decision he makes.

He shuts me out.
His voice is gone.
His eyes no longer tell me,
How he's loved me this long.

This boy...or man,
Is suffering, drowning,
And I can't stop him,
Stop him from mourning.

His eyes are sad.
Not quite to tears,
And he won't admit,
He has miserable fears.