Face

Crossing the streets I saw a man.

Rushed by time 

hissing and mumbling all the way. 

The face I remembered..... 

I saw it somewhere. 

It was the face 

that played a part

 in making me smile 

in my childhood 

The feet that ran behind me

 with enthusiasm all around 

These feet are tired now

 need some rest....

The face was full of wrinkles 

of the load it bore 

made the sparkle in the smile fade. ....