Faces I Remember

There are faces,
I remember.
Like pearls in the sand,
Diamonds among shells.

Faces I remember,
The Great One,
And Bogart,
Elvis and John.

'Everyone dies...'
But you don't miss everyone,
You just miss faces.
Like an old pet,
A first kiss,
A lost love.

I guess we owe them thanks,
I guess we do.
Thanks for the memories,
How sweet they are.

poem by Sandra Osborne
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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