Faces

This is written for all the people I have passed by in my life that I never cared to think about who they are what they are going through.

Faces pass me by,

Everywhere I go,

A sea of faces under gray a sky,

Who they are I don't know.

In the subway, on the street,

In the city faces are always there,

Rushing amongst the traffic and herd of feet,

So many faces passed without a care.

On the highway faces by cars concealed,

Yet ever present in a speeding blurs,

Faces that have stories to be revealed,

Yet to me never a thought occurs.

How is it that I pass so many faces?

Faces all around,

From the highest to the lowest of places,

Yet I pass them without a sound.

Behind every face a person,

Behind every person a soul,

Why do they always run,

So empty longing to be full.

Why do I not see them?

See them as more then a face,

Why do I not seek to help their problem,

Another lost child in need of Grace,

I make this vow today,

To go beyond the cover of the book,

To reach out in someway,

 And beyond the faces look.

Reviews

[Tony]

Yes, it is better to teach by example.
The fact that the author is more concerned about the effect of his work, than about who gets the credit, shows the spirit of the Teacher.
Dangerous job in this world.

[deeps]

Behind every face a person,
Behind every person a soul,
Why do they always run,
So empty longing to be full.

Love these lines here,
This is amazing