THE FACE OF SORROW

What then is the face of sorrow?
Can we see it in the unknown tomorrow?
Or in the gate of heaven that looks narrow?

Is it visible in a broken heart,
In a failed relationship,
A bereaved companion,
A barren woman,
Or omnipotent man?

Show me that face of sorrow,
I will look for it everywhere,
In a mother who has lost a child,
In a lost game for a football team,
In a lost game of love,
In a lost hope of a failed tomorrow.

Where else can I find this sorrow?
Is it in a family visited by disease,
Or that that hosts death after death;
Is it in a friendship where trust has been lost,
Or in a dream that has been crashed and shattered?

Is it seen in the twinklessness  of an eye,
Or in the absence of a smile,
The presence of a huge frown,
Or that full of tears;
Is it deeper than the eyes can see,
Or heavier than the heart can bear?

I know the face of sorrow, it is pain!