Face
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. ....