Passing By

PASSING BY by JOHN M. ARRIBAS I SEARCH THE CROWD AS THEY PASS BY TO FIND SOMEONE THAT IS OLD TO MY EYE I SEE NO ONE I RECOGNIZE NARY A SOUL THERE IS NO IMAGE FOR ME TO RECALL WHERE HAVE ALL THOSE FAMILIAR FACES GONE? IS IT THAT I’M IN THE WRONG PLACE? WHO ARE ALL THESE STRANGERS? WHERE ARE MY KIN AND MY FRIENDS? THEY WERE HERE IN GREAT NUMBERS ONCE SEEMS THAT THEY HAVE ALL VANISHED NOW I FIND MYSELF ALONE I MAY HAVE JUST LIVED TOO LONG