faces in a Crowd

    So many times I have found myself in a crowd,
    not knowing a soul,
    nor hearing a familiar voice,
    a gathering comes.

    Time is the gift that brings us a new day,
    another chance.
    Life has given us many of these days.

    Find yourself in a crowd,
    the promise of finding a forgotten face,
    a smile not shared for so long,
    a friend returned.

    True, you will see faces that are not remembered,
    but then, that happens in a crowd.
    A gathering comes.

    Rick Jones        

    © March, 2000

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