Better Days

The man stared in the mirror 

White skin blotchy in the harsh light

Pasty cheeks,  pink uninviting 

Aging with unkempt manners

Unpolished, plain mask where face should be

Old facade hides youthful dreaming soul

Sickened by his current plight

He forges ahead to paths unknown

Hoping for better days, years to fill

Music and poetic arts

He seeks the sublime in natures' ways

The man alone, his world, he watches.