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Strangers’ Faces (poem)

Updated on December 5, 2015

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


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


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


Among the strangers’ faces in the crowd

Are neighbors making reasons to be proud


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 16 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Kindness can go a long, long way.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 16 months ago from The Caribbean

      Beautiful, well-deserved, well done tribute to these angels. God bless them everywhere.

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      Michael-Milec 16 months ago

      They live among us we live among them, called by the King of kings - the light of the world and the salt of the earth...

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      Shauna L Bowling 16 months ago from Central Florida

      Awesome poem. Martin! Simply wonderful.

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