Faces

Faces tell your life, your story, and where you’ve been.

A haunted game we play

It’s a lifelong tale that you spin.

Where do all the pieces begin?

To be honest, who can say?

Faces tell your life, your story, and where you’ve been.

From birth to death, from hair to chin

No matter the size of the price you pay

It’s a lifelong tale that you spin.

Some may lose and some may win

And some change faces as quick as April turns to May

Faces tell your life, your story, and where you’ve been.

From further back in time that none of us could begin

To comprehend, stories started on a regular day

It’s a lifelong tale that you spin.

From birth to death, from hair to chin

A haunted game we play

Faces tell your life, your story, and where you’ve been.

It’s a lifelong tale that you spin.

This poem is a Villanelle, a type of French poem derived from Italian folk songs made up of certain lines repeated in specific places. A well-known example of a villanelle is Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas.