He was battered, bruised, beaten
Looked like he hadn’t eaten
His sun had set long ago
Lost in time he did not know
He had a glint of hue in his eyes
That men only show when wise
Some foreign soil was smeared across his face
Cracked memories I knew he couldn’t face
I reached out to a slumped shoulder
Feeling a breeze grow colder
Reassure him time would pass

And my fingers touched the mirrors glass