'Journey Home' by Daniel P. Cooper
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'Journey Home'
Suited men sit
enveloped by their self importance,
"If I miss this deal that's it!"
one proclaims to the carriage at large.
An old lady tuts
returning to her tattered book,
in her mind his statement is cut
from the little memories in her head.
In the corner young lovers,
ignorant to the world,
cuddle dreams in their arms under covers
and caress one another's soul.
Outside flashes by,
leaving fleeting glimpses
of other's lives in my eye.
We sit alone, on our journey home.
- Daniel P. Cooper
