A passing of people comparably contrary,
Upon their journey to work each day.
No nod, no greeting, an anonymous coward,
Friends? Maybe if we were empowered.
For you are unknown, danger, beware,
A face, no name, and why should you care?
Overworked, blinkered souls on our travels,
Strangers commute as our life unravels.
So many faces of all shape and size,
Make such effort to avoid glaring eyes.
And in between the averted stares,
The boatman arrives to check our fares.
Some are adorned so fine, so slick,
Others less embellished and suitable sick,
Colours regardless, red, white or blue,
I will never communicate with you.
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