Two sides

Smile on his face, easily swept
He seemed like he never wept
Happy, like a blooming flower
A twinkle in the eye, not a tear

He stood, looking perplexed
Confused, lost, vexed
He saw the other man’s face
An expression he could not place

“Why”, he exclaimed, “good fellow,
Do you furrow your brow?
Why do you make those sounds?
Oh, how your disfigured face confounds!”

“I cry, you fool, do you not see?”
Said the man in pain and misery
“I am in unending sorrow
A night that has no morrow”

“I know not of this expression: cry
You shed painful tears, oh tell me why?”
The sorrowful man let a moment pass
Then shoots a glance from across the glass

“You and I, we are not two!
I cry for you, I cry for you!”