Faces in the street

Some are welcoming, some are neat.

Others, not so. But who am I to say.

I'm not certain, of their ways.

Where they're from, what their eyes have seen.

The emotions they've felt, or hearts they've grieved.

All I seem to do, is nod, & breathe.

Hmmm oh my, send love to ye.

As for others, familiar or not.

Smiles are worn, upon their crop.

Postures have changed, energy is there.

Love, grace, happiness & laughter, fills the air.

At times unknown, of where they'll go,

faces in the street, observe, you'll know.