No one praises him

Comments on his looks

No one thanks him for a job well done

No one looks into his face

No one sees the empty eyes

And the fallen chin

No one sees the days on the pavement

The nights on a park bench

Praying someone might say hello

 

No one sees her grim smile

The pleading trembling lips

No one hugs or kisses her on the cheek

She doesn’t remember the last time

She felt the warmth of another’s heart

So used to the carefully paper placed lies

No one ever says to

He or she hey what’s going on

What’s your story?

Where have you come from?

Where are you going to?

They all have their heads in the clouds

Always eyeing up the main chance

The constant dance to remain

One step ahead of the herd

So, no time for a glance in their direction  

Heads and hearts in phones

Stories they are trying to create

And ones they are trying to escape

Maybe it’s time to stop to smile

To spend a penny

On the thoughts they have not yet spoken

Or spent

From the he or she

Who have remained invisible

Forever and a day