The Lost Face

The man's lost his face
On Friday morning, in a crowded place
He'd went out under the white creaky light
The face was no longer with him - the man realized

"There are so many of those,
Who lose their faces,
But what can I do, I'm here alone." -
Said the old, grey-haired policeman. And added:
"You should've watched it better, my son"

The man had excuses: I watched it, I swear
When I wanted to die I showed smiles
I didn't cry and I didn't plot any evil
And I always kept sparks in my eyes.

"Well, we will do our best", - said the policeman, -
"..But if you started to hope better don't:
Only one case out of hundred

is being revealed. And the rest ninety nine

Are not."

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