Somethings are Forever....

A sea of characters around me swarm,
Some faces angry some warm.
Faces seen from time unknown,
Yet a feeling of being alone.
Yes I know the visage...
But not the person behind the facade.
I see them every passing day;
Greet them whenever they cross my way.
Yet to me they might as well be statues of stone
Not creatures of flesh and bone.
I might continue to meet them for the rest of my stay,
But I can't on their inner-selves my hands lay.
Then there are others who I have met,
Who's faces I might forget;
Who as a person will always in my heart be,
Even if, them for ages I do not see.
Good friends who have left their mark,
Like on a winter day the music of a Lark.
Meet new people - I may.
Make new friends - you can never say.
But the few good friends I shall always remember,
In waking and in slumber.