Faces of the past

I see 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
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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