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Passenger When was the last smile seen? From a stranger that had just been? Could there be a reason though, Is no friend, is no foe, Thinking, lost thought, earning only sought. Affluence, being the only need, Pure, true, only capitalist greed, Replaces how our hearts once sang, When neighbours, our doorbell rang, Community changed, faces don’t smile. Last time generosity was felt, As on a bus seat I knelt, Breeze blowing wildly through hair, Unspoken gesture a passenger care, When he gently closed the vent. Beauty fades, feelings grow, So many things apt but not know, Kindness only for beautiful faces, Not belonging in many cases, Outside considered, but inside not known. |
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Hmm wrote this one on a bus...can you guess?
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