Wigan Album

What thoughts are they plagued with behind those eyes,
Sombre and brooding from the past they look back at us,
Almost accusing as if to say don't ask why;
What they have seen is between them and not us....

As a child I wondered why my grandfather looked so serious. I knew he had been in the war but didn't give it much thought. Now 'as if through a glass darkly' I see why.