Human Condition - Poem by Christopher Khoo
I went to town yesterday,
And as I walked,
So many people all around me.
That I'll never meet them again,
There they are, bustling with their business
Who are they to me but another?
Who am I to they, but a
Brother, tell me this:
The door is open, 'Which way will you go? '
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