Lonely in a Crowd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A lonely person inwardly meditates on the cause.

Submitted: March 25, 2017

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Blurred faces and babbling chatter,

Coloured hats and smiling eyes,

Running children––patter, patter,

Persons of all and any size.

 

Ahead of me, a lady in blue;

Behind, a man in white;

To my left, a girl of scarcely two;

And a Yorkshire to my right.

 

On the lampposts cling little boys

Boasting to their friends––

A group of schoolgirls making noise;

A spectacled reverend.

 

I take no notice of the faces and chatter

Of the coloured hats and smiling eyes.

I do not care for the children’s patter

Or the persons of all and any size.

 

I do not glance twice at the lady in blue,

Nor do I study the man in white;

I ignore entirely the girl of two

And the Yorkshire to my right.

 

I do not see the lamppost boys

Boasting to their friends––

I do not hear the schoolgirls’ noise

Or behold the reverend.

 

And––none of them bother to descry me;

They do not know when I pass by.

It seems they are unable to see––

I cannot fathom why.


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