Had been out
the whole morning
quite different
from the usual.
I saw a guy
in his late fifties
medium built
agile and alert
a contractor
into construction.
On my way
dropped in at the solicitors
a burly figure, well read
polite and gentle
senior in his seventies .
Had to go the bank
where I met the Manager,
petite and unassuming
a smile lights up his face
that makes for the
rest of deficiencies.
Next I go to a mobile shop
the owner rounded,
with a thin moustache,
little or no hair in the head,
incredibly short sitting
on a tall stool.
Back home, I rest awhile
the day glides through
the visual impacts
of those I encountered
make me wonder
how many different faces
there could be?
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