We walk past each other without seeing,
As if we were ghosts,
Passing On the Street.

Faces buried in phones, Ears Stuffed with Buds, Wires Dangling,
^{Minds filled with propaganda and rhetoric}
Preferring to hear the jangle of some Rhyming Fool
^{Or political appointee spouting nonsense}
Over the music of nature which surrounds us.

Instead of Talking With Each Other,
The world just glides past
Without notice, and we do not see It is gone.
^{Until it is too late}

Wake up!
LISTEN to each other,
Share your THOUGHTS,
Give your TIME to each
Other,
You were never a

“Ghost on the street”

^by
Jerry E Smith
©5/6/15
Ghost on the Street

^{These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks}