The Faces Of A Man
The faces of a man
Who has been to scour the world
To treat its trodden soil
To erect statues of his glory
So people can see his victorious gleam
Reflected in his placid gaze.
The man who has seen
Every enchanted April
And weathered loneliness
And endured popularity
Has seen much.
And his eyes can reflect it.
His face tells the story
Knowledge tarnishes his youth
And paints his face a dismal pale
And that is his sacrifice.
These are the faces of that man.
Sad, broken, and confused.
--July 6, 2002
Who has been to scour the world
To treat its trodden soil
To erect statues of his glory
So people can see his victorious gleam
Reflected in his placid gaze.
The man who has seen
Every enchanted April
And weathered loneliness
And endured popularity
Has seen much.
And his eyes can reflect it.
His face tells the story
Knowledge tarnishes his youth
And paints his face a dismal pale
And that is his sacrifice.
These are the faces of that man.
Sad, broken, and confused.
--July 6, 2002
