Morning Faces
I pass the smiles,
I pass the frowns.
I pass eyes straight forward,
I pass eyes staring forlornly down.
I greet the joggers and walkers,
I greet the lonely in a world of their own.
I greet the silent ones and the talkers,
I greet the mums and dads, the children who moan.
I note those who are happy,
I note those who are sad.
I note those who are homeless,
I note those who are lost, wild or mad.
I see the faces,
I see the eyes.
I see the questions,
I see the whys.
I expect a response,
I expect a 'good morning'.
I expect a rejection,
I expect an unspoken yawning.
I hope for the best,
I hope all will be well.
I hope they'll have a good day,
I hope they'll remember me,
But who can tell?
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Early morning. Walks just after dawn, 5:30am, 6am are a curious and interesting time. There are people about, exercising, walking, readying for work, taking their dog for a walk.
Watching their faces, saying hello to every one is a fascinating study in human response.
Some return your greeting with enthusiasm and a smile. Others blank you and carry on as if you were never there.
