Can You Not See

Can you not see the sorrow, in someone's tearful eyes, Or see the dread, in someone's weary frown. Can you not see the fear, when someone's telling lies, Or feel the sadness, in the laughter of a clown. Can you not see disappointment, in someone's shoulder stoop, Or the hand of doubt, when someone drags their feet. Their whole being, giving signs, with a sagging body droop, That their life, in this world, isn't quite complete. Can you not see that each poor soul, has a heavy cross to bear, One which we hope, will never come our way, Perhaps the onus, is on us, to show them that we care, And lift their spirits, and take away dismay. Then we could see the smile, in someone's brightening eyes, And the serenity, in someone's lifting frown. The openness, when someone speaks, they'll have no need for lies, And there will be a healing, in the laughter of a clown. © Ernestine Northover