Faces of the past
Lost in a time
That does not last.
I see them on the wall
In the day room
Most of all, their in my head,
Even when I go to bed
I see faces of the past
Hear them laugh and talk
They are in my memory
It paints a beautiful scenery
I see faces of the past
unexpectedly
I didn't have a chance to
Say goodbye. They have become faces
Of the past.
And faces of the past
They will stay, it's just
Another day, time has past
And I still see faces that were
Once a part of my life
Now they are just faces
Of the past..
David W Carter
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