Passersby
In New York City, passing people
Do not say hello,
Unless you see them often -
Then a nod’s the way to go.
If lots of time goes by, this just might
Segue to a smile,
But even that might happen only
Once in a great while.
A newbie or a tourist sometimes
Gives a great big shout -
“Good morning!” - that’s at least until
They’ve figured it all out.
Today I’m in the suburbs, though,
To visit with the grands.
I took an early walk and
Maybe someone understands
Why all the people I passed by
Ignored my smile or nod.
Considering location, well,
I found it kind of odd.
My age might be a factor,
Which would really be a pity,
Or perhaps, they’re brand-new neighbors
Relocated from the city.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2025
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