Smiling At Strangers
Smiling at strangers, or saying hello
passing the time, on my walks down the street
with mixed responses, from those you don’t know
some stare at their phones or else at their feet
Joggers those nodders, take you in their stride
focussed on fitness, or some sort of race
barely acknowledge that you moved aside
they'll choose to refuse a look at your face
Pushy young parents, oh so self-aware
they hurry by without hesitation
gripping their pushchairs, as though they don’t care
now I worry for new generations
But those with their mutts, serial walkers
No ifs or buts, they're serious talkers.
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