To judge the person from outside in
Just by looking at the color of skin
We still don't know who is inside
Interest builds, if we both confide
The eyes are windows to the soul
Store history of their previous role
Hold expression of our joys or pain
Add friendship to each other's gain
This man shows little live emotion
Face is fixed, no mouth in motion
If he has feelings, those I don't see
Any more than fixed pleasantry
It's hard to know if he sings or not
What kind of music he likes a lot
The tickets shown in his hat band
Could maybe help us understand
This man is just an artist rendition
His muscles not changing position
His painted face to be on the wall
No story of love conquests at all
Why, what, where, when and how
Can never ever be answered now
Forever a secret who he could be
A silent inanimate man’s not for me
Silent inanimate Thanks, Sandra, for your kind review
Hugs, Trisha