Faces

To make the human race,

The hardest part was how to give

Each one a human face;

For if we all had looked alike

Someone we'd seen of yore,

Would look exactly like someone

Who's passed our way before.

The milkman and the postman

Would both look much the same,

So if the milk or mail was late

We'd not know who to blame.

It really is a miracle

And we should all be proud,

To know our features are unique

Alone or in a crowd.

Poet-in-residence Polly Clark says: "Here's a poem to please those lovers of rhyme among you! This poem scans and rhymes excellently - although next time, can we dispense with the word 'yore' Mr Saint?

You can e-mail Polly on polly.clark@soton-echo.co.uk