A Passing Acquaintance

Poem By Francis Duggan

He must know a lot about literature since he has a literary degree
The balding gray haired Uni professor in his fifties that in the park i sometimes see
Walking hand in hand with his younger partner or wife a beautiful blond in her late twenties or early thirties maybe
They always say good morning or good day they seem like nice people to me
I never spoke to them at length we may not have much in common to share
They are into classical music of that much of them i am aware
They go to big operas in the city tickets to such shows i could not afford
In any case what to them is enjoyable i know that of i would grow bored
They have a primary school going son and daughter and they live in the wealthy side of town
Though they are not of the snobbish people who on the have not do choose to look down
But i will only be an acquaintance to them we see life in a different way
One they only do know in passing that they do not see every day
We are just a passing acquaintance and perhaps this is how it will stay
We all live in our own social circles it is each to their own as they say.

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