The Faces Poem by Peter S. Quinn

The faces are different everywhere
Always coming and going
A smile or a sorrow somewhere
Every thought in eyes knowing

Those faces they say allot
With difference appearances each day
They bring out moods they’ve got
To give you a moment to weigh

Someone is walking on empty
With a thought to express the inside
Appearing on the streets middlingly
Something perhaps those eyes hide

Easy going or in much restrain
Catching a time train or walking
Showing laughter or inside pain
With every expression it’s talking