We pass each other every day
Not a word is spoken; we don't know what to say
A smile or a nod as we carry on our way
I go to my job and you to yours
As time slips past that we try to ignore
For our days are filled with dull unending chores
The local vendor hawks his wares.
To passers-by that have no cares
As to how his business fares
As day turns into night
We pass again in the twilight
Tired now the nod is slight
Our routines stay the same
We image tomorrow may inflame
The desire to start a fresh game.
We pass each other every day
Not a word is spoken; we don't know what to say
A smile or a nod as we carry on our way
