Faces

Walking down …a path on this very day
I look at many faces
Different eyes, different nose
Some are young, some are old
The smug, unfolds
Wondering what they might be facing?
Are they beaten, are they poor?
Do they have a house, or a car?
Children laughing, people crying
Planes are crashing into places
What are they really facing?
Great depression is no more
Yet, our men and woman still fight
For our freedom to sleep at night
We have those choices
Families living well
Feeding they're faces
Buying expensive purses
Where's our flag, flying high
People lying under bridges
I look to many faces
Going through boxes of donations
Behind the faces, there’s a story to be told
A different era to behold
Generation after Generation!