'In A House Of Strangers' Poem by Linda Winchell

We live in a house of strangers',
There are neighbors' never known.

We pass by homes they live in,
Never hearing their painfull moans.

We close ourselves off from the world,
As if for protection it would be.

Then once in awhile, we may drive by and smile,
But never really stop in too see.

What has caused our world this caution too take?
Was it something from hurt or self learned?

You one day may regret your choices,
And it may become your turn.

You, ll cry and suffer all alone,
While your neighbors' now pass you by.

For strangers in your house keep growing,
Now ask yourselves, just Why?