Man At The Museum Poem by Michael The ArcAngel

A man stands alone in the museum staring at a painting on the wall.

Something about his gold blue eyes that emits sadness,
Maybe the painting has a place in his history,
Perhaps a Love one,
Love one Long lust but not forgotten,
As I moved closer,
There is a longing in his eyes,
So when those tears came running down,
I knew,
Grown men do cry,
But a grown man crying in a museum,
is rear sight,
I knew how sorrowed,
How he needed console,
But in life, the obvious isn't always the right part,
So I let him be.