People watching
2 years ago
My teacher made us go people watching once. It is a really great experience and it opens your eyes to other people. I wrote a poem about it:
She rushes from place to place,
but has nowhere to go.
He seems happy with her.
She doesn’t.
He is the proof that the judged
are the least judgmental
She is lost,
but no one notices her obvious pain.
They have had and held,
in poverty and wealth,
good and bad,
illness and health,
loved and cherished.
They’re just waiting for the death part.
You’d think that the bell brings out the good in people,
but as they pass him by,
the bell rings louder.
