Its Strange Poem by Sasha Julia

Life passes in a blur,
You see a man on the bus,
To you, he is nothing,
But to someone he is everything,

You met a woman, years ago,
In a cafe.
You never saw her again,
She may be alive,
She may be dead,
You don't know.

A teacher, when you were younger,
Left the school,
Never heard of since then,

So many people around the world
See you every day,
Put some time aside to think
'What are they doing? ' or 'What are they feeling? '
You'll find it strange, and interesting,
Never forget others have feelings