Faces that pass by
Unknown behind the glass
Steel husks surround them
Anonymous to all.
Who are these faces
What do they feel and see
A different world than mine
A different set of rules.
What dreams and hopes and loves
These faces that I see
I know they feel the pain
The joys and passions too.
Friends and strangers alike
People in the mist
They are part of this my world
For a fraction of a moment.
And so the cars pass by
Precious cargo held
The lives within the shells
Their worlds continue on.
I live in a small town, so I know most of the faces that pass by. However, I don’t know their secret thoughts, their pains. I know some of their joys, because in a small town it is hard not to know that!
I pay no attention to the rumors.
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You are wise!
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I really like this one, Pam. XO
Have a great day.
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Thanks Jill!
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This was so beautiful, Pam. Thanks very much for sharing!
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I am glad you enjoyed it Jack!
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