Faces
AS I WALK ON BY, I SEE PEOPLE IN DIFFERENT FORM OF LIVES
SOME WONDERING ABOUT SURVIVING THE DAY AND THE COLD NIGHT
THEN MY EYE GLIMPSE A OLD TREE THAT HAS FORGOTTEN TO BREEZE
THERE HE SITS BEFRIENDING HIS ONE AND ONLY OLD STICK
ANOTHER PERSON I SEE, LOOKING FOR A REASON TO BELIEVE
OR THINKING FOR A REASON TO END THE MISERY
DOWN THE LANE IN THE RESTAURANT, ORDERING FOOD TO QUENCH THE TASTE
OUTSIDE THE DOOR STANDS A MAN SO POOR WANTING A PIECE OF THE BROKEN BONES
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