Passing By Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Passing By



Solitary, watching strangers as they go about their business
not aware of this poet seeing them passing on their ways to
unknown destinations.

Not knowing their stories unless they stop and talk for a
while, a wonderful way to pass the time, sitting, wondering,
conversing, enjoying this pastime immensely throughout life.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017
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