Drifting Poem by Hudson Daniel

Drifting

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We’re drifting, bobbing, waves are turning,
Each to own and other leaving.
How can each to other staying,
Tis for naught this way to seek.
Drifting, bobbing away away,
Some a course direct can make,
A meeting for to orchestrate.
These ones are few, alas this fact.
For I am one, and few have met.

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Frustration about people's inability to communicate, and lack of desire to keep up communication.
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