Men are many.

Each has a face.

But their faces are many.

 

Faces are faces.

Each is entitled to one.

But faces keep on changing.

 

Faces of love.

Faces of hurt.

Faces of truth.

Faces of lies.

Faces of humility.

Faces of pride and together, the above five.

 

We try to live with one.

But that is as equal to the fun in pun.

Some stay honest to one or a couple.

However, there is trouble.

People wear faces of virtue.

And behind that mask can be a face and a heart not equal to the visible facts.

 

Faces are shadows of reality of a heart.