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Greetings - Viewed 7364 Times
David Devaney
October 05, 2002
Why do people pass us by
yet never say hello?
Eyes turned right or left at times
the head goes to and fro.

Why do people feel ill eased
when passing near at dawn?
Is it that hard to greetings share
and then to carry on?

Why do people look aloof
when passing that first mile?
The eyes will brighten, sun will shine,
if first they’d only smile.

Why do people cross the street
to others here avoid?
To say good morning now and then
will not have lives destroyed.

Why do people look away
as if their eyes are caught?
Knowledge fresh from greetings made
cannot be sold or bought.

Why do people turn around
and walk the other way?
Or wear dark glass to hide the eyes
with not a word to say.

Why are children never like
what they might now become?
They wear affection on each sleeve
their hearts an open drum.

Why am I so like the rest
though I don’t want to be?
Is it because I’ve aged so wrong
and fear just living free?

I do not know these answers now,
to the questions I have asked.
Perhaps it’s in another life,
I’ll find what has been masked.

Hidden from me in this life,
where I was immature.
I hope these greeting thoughts remain
an everlasting cure.
© 2002 David Devaney
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