Passing By
How many faces did I see today
Whose lives did not connect with mine?
Perhaps our shoulders touched, then passed,
Yet never did our paths entwine.
I did not notice tears upon your cheek,
Or your step that faltered as I went by.
I did not hear your muted voice,
Or recognize your anguished cry.
Oh brother I did not abide with you,
Or offer you a helping hand.
Is it the way of strangers here
Who walk on shifting sand?
Yet in our souls there is a place
That is caring, whole and fine.
Tomorrow I shall see your face,
It looks a lot like mine.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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