Faces

The poem is about people

There’s a sea of faces

The numbers are vast.

Some are decorated with lace

Others seem to move too fast.



While many of them wail

Most are full of deceit.

Others smile with their veil

But some look down at their feet.



Those who look down

Tend to give you the go-around.

And those who look up at town

Can hear every sound.



Beware of those who cannot tell

Their secrets are too much to hold.

They have already fell

And the others have created their mold.