Passing Me By
I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?
They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.
jack purvis
Sun 30th Nov 2014 14:21
I definitely relate to this. North of England??? I escaped......