Every face tells a story:
Sad to be alive
Or living in glory;
Struggling to survive
Or living without worry;
Wanting to consume more and more and more,
Or moving through life eager to learn and explore.
Football is a game of inches.
Basketball’s a game of angles.
Some faces say that their life pinches.
Some faces say that they are angels.
Do you prefer to live in fear
And wear a face without much cheer?
Or would you rather see through the gray
And wear your face a more cheerful way?
And not using your brain to its full capacity
Reflects on your face as a lack of curiosity.
Yes, every face tells a story:
Between feeling distraught about why you’re here
And living peacefully without worry;
Between living in a constant state of fear
And living in a constant state of glory.
So what’s your face say? What’s your story?
Are you living in fear or living in glory?
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
Every face tells a story:
Sad to be alive
Or living in glory;
Struggling to survive
Or living without worry;
Wanting to consume more and more and more,
Or moving through life eager to learn and explore.
Football is a game of inches.
Basketball’s a game of angles.
Some faces say that their life pinches.
Some faces say that they are angels.
Do you prefer to live in fear
And wear a face without much cheer?
Or would you rather see through the gray
And wear your face a more cheerful way?
And not using your brain to its full capacity
Reflects on your face as a lack of curiosity.
Yes, every face tells a story:
Between feeling distraught about why you’re here
And living peacefully without worry;
Between living in a constant state of fear
And living in a constant state of glory.
So what’s your face say? What’s your story?
Are you living in fear or living in glory?
This poem is from a book of poems I wrote and published titled "Prayers for a New Millennium". If you would like to receive the PDF of this book of poems at no cost to you, contact me at my e-mail address ([email protected]) to request that I send it to you.
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