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Jesse Pryor

Faces

So many faces
Going every which way
To so many places
They go each day

All blank
And different in look
Some frank
Some reading a book

And each of these faces
Tell their own story
Going so many places
And show all their worry

I see an old man
Just sitting and staring
With a small boy’s hand
Spinning and flailing

On their way home
To a sweet week of fun
He brings happiness to him
Even over the phone

And next to them
Sits a nice lady
Her face looks grim
Her day was quite shady

Working all day and night
To keep food on the table
Using every bit of her might
And every muscle able

But as the train slows
And I start to stand
It seems nobody goes
This place the one, they understand

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]