No words are spoke without a face, <br />no colors can be seen. <br />No sound is heard, <br />no scent is smelled. <br />No tears to cry, <br />no screams. <br />No music played, <br />no photographs. <br />No paintings to hang, <br />no walls. <br />Without a face there is no ring, <br />there is no face to call. <br />No ugly seen or beauty queen, <br />no such thing as old. <br />No meals to eat or mouths to feed, <br />no taste of hot or cold. <br />No books to read, <br />no planting seeds. <br />The rose is just a flower. <br />No air to breath or stars to see, <br />no place to be on hour. <br />Not one thing would have a name, <br />no candy sweet or sour. <br />You cant get lost or cant be found, <br />you cannot make a single sound. <br />No favorite hues for you to view, <br />without a face there is no you. <br />No starting gun, <br />no finish line. <br />No crowds to cheer, <br />no race. <br />Everything is where it is, <br />forever in its place. <br />Change cannot be seen at all, <br />not without a face.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/without-a-face/
