Strangers’ Faces (poem)
I bumped into a stranger on the street
A man a voice on Sundays he’s a choir
And for the lonely elderly a treat
But here he’s just a face amid the mire
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I turned and into woman I then brushed
A shelter’s kitchen was her destiny
Where her sweet smile would warm those life had crushed
Were those the hands now reaching out toward me
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I struck a fellow as I neared the ground
He gives his time to aid our troubled youth
To help them turn tortured past around
But now he’s here to brace me from my truth
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Among the strangers’ faces in the crowd
Are neighbors making reasons to be proud