Friday, September 16, 2016

They do not know me


They call me by my name
But they do not know me
They see me everyday
I chat with the barista

Katie the waitress
Gives me a wide grin
Ellen's dark eyes lower
As she takes my order

I call them by their names
Know nothing about them
There is one with tattoos
One is a single mum

The boss comes for a chat
Talks all about Italy
Politics and the past
Remembers my wife

I've finished the crossword
It's time for me to go
Goodbye Robin they say
See you tomorrow

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11 comments:

  1. ha, a name is only the tip of the iceberg...lol..

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  2. They may see Robin...but they never take time to see you. Such is life XXX

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  3. Oh this is soo very beautiful and poignant, Robin ❤❤ We meet so many people in our lives and sometimes aren't able to gather much about them other than their name and appearance. Our culture is an important part of our identity and personality; as it tends to give us spiritual, emotional and intellectual distinction from others. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤❤

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. To know someone is more than knowing a name - i had a sense however that perhaps you are seen and known at the coffee shop.. for that i am glad

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  5. Building a relationship and sustaining it is an art by itself. Most often people are cold towards each other. You did very well Robin by knowing more of them than just being order takers to you!

    Hank

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  6. Poetry is a good way of understanding and revealing yourself.In fact it is a much more effective way often than face to face interaction.People whom you have known for years may not understand you as well as someone who regularly reads your poems over years.

    I liked 'Brooklyn' out of your films.

    Keira Knightley
    as Lizzie Bennett in Pride and Prejudice is a knock out.Brilliance and beauty.9/10

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  7. It's strange how we go through every day life sharing words and faces without knowing the souls that feed them...

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  8. People are whole worlds unto themselves. It's amazing we can forget that sometimes.

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  9. Days of our lives; waltzing around and to our own tune, and barely taking time to know one another. For to know someone is more than remembering the name. You have a keen eye for detail and your words paint a vivid picture.

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  10. Very well written. Enjoyed reading the poem.

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  11. This is very sad, though the sign of our times.

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