About people, written by me in March of 2009

This poem is about people, about life and about death, about life fading away.
This was written and published in March of 2009



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Plastic People


Walking around, who do I see?
Fading into the background, who can it be?

Time standing still.
Motionless the expressions never change, fading faces bring a chill.

Bright and sparkling personalities, weathered and worn.
Standing motionless, as the color's once so bright is torn.

Plastic People...
Walking towards the steeple.

Fading faces never wavering. Once strong and stable.
Now fading, soon these faces no longer we will see, around our table.

Plastic People.
Hollow and cold, rolling now towards the steeple.

Soon the "Plastic People" will all be gone away.
Plastic People, walking towards another day.

Faded colors long ago, were glistening bright trimmed in gold.
Now the "Plastic People" have grown faded and old.

The night is growing old.
Fading into the past the "Plastic People" walk away, we are told...