Small Things Bother Me

He wore dark glasses I could not see his eyes And the mirror to his soul he did disguise He hid from the World his personality Without the eyes a face you only see. Perhaps his eyes from the bright sun he shade The main reason why dark glasses are made And though he lives nearby him I shall never get to know As he wears dark glasses rain or sun shine or snow. Any acknowledgement of me he never seems to show And we pass each other by without saying hello Through his dark glasses into my soul he peer And he's still a stranger though to me he lives near. Perhaps I'm small in ways and small things get to me But it bothers me when others eyes I cannot see Whether their eyes be blue, brown, green or grey who can say As the mirror to their soul behind dark glasses hidden away. I see him often though not every day And his eyes behind dark glasses always hidden away The mirror of his soul is well hidden from me, Perhaps I'm small and small things bother me.