Strangers No One Sees- Walking Street- Poem for the Home At Heart

Slowly walking down the street
There’s a stranger I could meet
Sneaking by on shuffling feet
That’s no way to meet and greet
Do I know them
Obviously
They’re the stranger no one sees
Who am I to take a seat
There’s a bench there
No one sees
I’ll just sit here patiently
No awards and no deceit
Still they walk here being brief
I’ll just walk here
Sneaking-ly
No one talk here
There’s belief
Should I talk where no one sees
Still I walk here patiently
No one sees me perfectly
Nor do I with stubborn feet
That’s the why I cannot see
We’re all ignoring knowingly
Seems there’s more than I can see
Someone loves where they can’t see
It’s the place where I can’t be
Sitting home with family
That’s the reason no one sees
Stuck in their own thoughts and dreams
Will they love where they can’t see


Tim Edwin B.
2015
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