I sit quietly watching
as people go about their lives,
Washing clothes,
Shopping.
I smile politely at them,
Some smile back,
Most don’t.
It’s sad to me
To live lives so close
Yet so far and away from each other.
We are, after all,
Quite the same really
In all our hopes
And aspirations.
It’s our hurt and damage
That makes us stay apart,
The little things we fear.
Life should be more
Than the things
That left us afraid.
Awww!! It's good to see you blogging again cousin--I've been waiting for this. You're absolutely right too.
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