Frozen In Time Poem by Landrey
Frozen In Time
The Man on his Bus and Me in my Car
He looks down at me, we're Frozen in Time.
I look down at him, not in the same way.
It's true I feel sorry seeing the dude,
don't know what he knows, don't know where he goes.
Minds Meet; my Face, WindoW, WodniW, his Face.
I turn back ahead, he sighs wearily
as he's back to his life and me to mine
I wonder about the Man on his Bus.
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4/19/2024 6:50:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Unique, got me thinking. Good! - T