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Faces and crowds rush past the door
where I'm standing.
Some say hello,
some only my neighbor knows.
There are hugs, there are smiles, there is a great deal of talking surrounding me.
Where is the crowd that I'm to travel with?
Where is my tribe?
Where is the place of comfort and understanding and
standing elbow to elbow and side by side.
Our lives have touched, worked together, and had coffee.
We've sat and talked over work projects and the business of life.
You keep moving, going place to place, hand in hand with your pack of friends.
I stay here, smiling, saying hello and farewell and watch everything pass me by.
Copyright T.L. Eastman 09'