A Face Without Eyes

It bothers me a little since his eyes i can't see The bloke wearing dark sunglasses who is looking at me The windows of his soul from the World he disguise There are few things more strange than a face without eyes He stands there unsmiling just looking my way I try to be friendly to him say good day My greetings meet with silence he does not reply His right to his silence him none can deny Though the evening is overcast without sunlight To wear dark sunglasses is surely his right But what bothers me is not his refusal to smile or to me say good day But the windows to his soul in dark shades hidden away, I cannot say whether he is soulful or wise Since all i can see is his face without eyes.