Looking at a Painting

Every face is a painting 

Some we consider rare

Some we just glance at

At others stop and stare

Some have blonde,some have brown

Others reddish Hair

Some we are attracted to

Because of what they choose to wear

Some we choose to dance with

As though we were Fred Astaire

And they were Ginger Roger's

Or someone of comparable flair

Some we ask to listen

To a thought we choose to share

As we hope that when we're finished

That they will still be there

Some need a shoulder

On which they can cry

When life proves overwhelming 

Or when somebody dies

Some we may see one day

And ask they keep in mind

That they may have inspired the painting

That,in turn,inspired these rhymes