RHYME Poem: Everyday Faces, by Alexander Carver

Ed never did have
A family of his own,
And the history of his romances
Are pretty much unknown.

But a man has to give love
And get love somewhere,
So, he gave it to his dentist,
And the girl who cut his hair.

On the day of Ed’s funeral
They were both there.
Along with his oncologist
And an accountant named Claire.

Without a woman to share his love
He had more to give the average Joe,
And boy could he make
Those everyday faces glow.

When you were feeling down
Ed was your dancing clown.
Need people to come to your show,
He was there grinning in the front row.

Ed never did any
Of his shopping online.
He preferred the human touch,
And thought the inconvenience just fine.

Oh, sure Ed had his share
Of close friends, too,
But it was the everyday faces
That kept him from staying blue.

And when Ed died young
Of a stroke of bad luck,
His mother feared his memory
Would go with the Goodwill truck.

But instead, the grievers grew
From every walk of Ed’s life
To give him a hero’s send off,
Everyone but a wife