How I Yearn
whilst looking back
oh how I yearn
for when folk stopped
and spoke awhile
upon their face a friendly smile
we passed the time of day
oh how I wish
oh how I yearn
those halcyon days for to return
as nowadays they pass you by
never will they catch your eye
for theirs is on a screen you see
they will not look at you nor me
somehow I feel invisible
for me they simply cannot see
their eyes they stare
they are elsewhere
alone inside their phone
so sad ~ don’t you agree
a smile ~ a chat
bout this and that
instead they walk
head down
they frown
they almost walk
right into me
but even then
they glare
they stare
as if I should not be there
and with a sigh
they bow their heads
ignoring my “Good morning”
I doubt they heard
a single word
on this new day a dawning
Written 27th November 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CONTEST NO 53
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2022
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