A Moment In Time

Most days we do not realize,
a complete stranger has touched our life,
we don't even know they are there,
if they are happy or have strife.

Sitting here inside the cafe' seeing the cars
and bikes go by,
the people driving have no idea,
they are the attention of my eye.

I wonder where they are going,
if their journey is near or far,
are they going off to work,
or down to the local spa?

They don't know I think of them,
and wonder about their lives,
if they are happy husbands,
or maybe disgruntled wives.

So quickly they are out of sight,
going on their way,
but for a moment in time,
I thought of them today.

by Ruth warren

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nice read, nice Poem Dave Ruth Did you get the Lisence plate numbers?