Passing faces
On the street as I walk
On the walkway in this morning air
Passing faces
Look at signs,
Or clouds in the air,
Or at the street
But never at other
Passing faces.
They don't wish to see
They don't wish to meet
New people, out of their world
Men and women, boys and girls
In their own world
Ignoring all the beautiful
Passing faces.
Based on some of T.S. Eliot’s style. He’s by far my favorite poet.