This face is the face I remember
this face is the face I adore
a face of one who sang to them all
while the whole world cried for more.
That face is a face I remember
that face is a face I recall
the face is a face of a liar
who was hardly there at all.
This face is the face in his daughter
this face is the face in his son
a face in a thousand photographs
which tell of the absent one.
An insightful poem with good rendition of words embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A witty reflection on the shady side of stardom. Thanks for sharing Gill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Gill. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.