been seeing that for sale sign
for a good year, faded now
grass has invited company
also cars multiplied fast
garage and driveway filled
weekends they own the place
i haven't talk to any of 'em
they are always in a hurry
i guess they are friendly
but just don't have time
allotted to such endeavor
i feel uneasy to pity
probably they too, do same
cultural barriers maybe
or plain hard working people
caught in unexpected turn
i always wish them to be happy
and hoping to talk to them someday
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