New Eyes

People were trying to tell him he was a genius,
And he was–in so many ways.
Always going the extra mile,
His tired eyes still held a smile.

He was there for the moments that mattered.
Although I didn’t recognize it at the time,
I know he still cared
Even if he wasn’t physically there.

Regret lived in the deep green seas of his eyes.
He remained composed in his stature,
Although he did not feel the same inside.

Strong and confident, he knew his way,
Never swayed by what others say.
He was a hard worker who gave his all each day.

But if you look closer you’d see;
Maybe he wasn’t as strong as you’d believed.
You never saw what was truly beneath,
Because he had only shown you what he wanted you to see.
How can you ever tell how people really feel?

Now I see him with new eyes,
And I appreciate him even more-
Especially when he walks through the door.
The laughter he brings,
The worries he lifts,
He is a genius in the way he makes others feel loved.