Faces in the Crowd

My sister (left) and her two friends from high school
My sister with her ticket to California back in 2014. Why couldn’t I have gone with you sis?

A face is a sculpture

Crafted by almighty God

Blood and bone of your father

Eyes and ears of ancestry

It is once youthful and fresh

And the object of desire

But then the turning point comes

When looks aren’t important anymore

The lines and wrinkles will come

And the natural peak of old age sets in

Because celebrity or not

Death is imminent

And a great face only lasts in image

For the majority are merely faces in the crowd

And the shallowness of beauty means nothing in the end

23 years old

Faces change over time. Mine sure has.

7 years old

WPC: Face