When you are old with family gone,
And friends not far behind.
You tend to seek for people
Of the genial, friendly kind.
But geniality these days,
Has become quite rare.
Most people have a tendency
To say few words and stare.
Life now goes on much faster,
That is, of course, their right.
But brings to mind a poem
On ships passing in the night.
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Died: March 24, 1882