there are so many people
in this small world of mine,
all of them different,
they don't form a line.
like that little ginger boy with freckles and a smile,
or that wrinkled old woman who's been here for a while.
what about that business man in a crisp new suit,
or that small girl with bunches who likes to pick fruit.
perhaps that long haired brunette who wears a pink dress,
or that teen boy with swag who's always out to impress.
there's that jolly lady who's larger than the rest
and there goes that school girl who's late for a test .
look at that guy who's really gangly and tall,
or maybe that grubby drunk who's about to fall
see everyone is different
we're never the same
but to other each,
we're just faces without any names.
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Reflections (Poetry)
Poetrya collection of poems reflecting on the ups and downs of life.
