One step. Another.
Intense noise surrounds me.
I guess I am home.
Poetry of Many Forms
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Virelay #2
I meet a hundred people every day,
And yet I don't know one,
I smile at them while they pay
In a flash they're done.
I'm surrounded by people having fun,
But I don't know one name.
So How can you honestly meet anyone
When tomorrow will be the same.
A few who walk in make me happy they came,
Some are horribly rude,
No matter what happens I must always aim,
To keep a positive attitude.
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