Passersby
PASSERSBY
The world seems to be passing by
On they go intent on arriving somewhere on time
Past they flow determined on something only they know
Leaving me they tumble and go
A steady stream of ants the are
Full throttle or leisurely they march by
I stop and stare wondering to where they go
Briefly we encounter each other
A glance
A smile
And sometimes a hello
Then steadfastly past they go
Everyone rushes
No one walks slow
Intent on their own agenda
Quickly they go
They appear then disappear
In ones or twos or multiples
Fast as lightening they speedily go
Their journey will end somewhere
Where that is only they know
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