I am alone

Yet I hear voices and to whom they belong I do not know. nonetheless there are voices. I can tell from the lines on my face that I've been there so give thanks that those young eyes have not seen the paradise and those eyes are so bright and opened and there are mine that have lost the shine you see from years of looking at paradise......think about it.....calling out to men on the street and you will try to walk ....they may acknowledge and they will more likely pass by but they do KNOW you are there.