FACES OF CHANGE


 I slip and fall, rise up on my feet to walk 
 once more,

 The hurt shows' through, bothered by me pain 
 Of the fall.

 Each day tells' of a different story, a turning 
 PPage of this time,

 Memories of a face which lives with me day and 
 Night.

 They pass us by, cross our paths' for only a moment,


 Faces of change In a world of mystery and surprise.


 She follows' me on a course far, far away or close 
 Behind,

 Is It that I'm following her as these steps' search 
 To find.

 Faces of difference, faces of change, go away, 
 They go away,

 Some may stay as others' appear without warning Into 
 A heart's day.

                  Keith Garrett