Ships Passing

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

[Pam1952]

Hello Don. I do love a bit of Longfellow, very profound! Wishing you a happy 1st of July and I hope that you and Midge have a good weekend. XXX

[Lyd12]

Well written Don. Itsnot so easy to speak to strangers as it once was. The other day a little girl was skipping along merrily and she took my eye and I noticed another elderly lady looking her way. So I commented, something like "wish I could do that! " with a smile. Other lady was so pleased to talk, she said no one ever spoke to her because she had a white stick, which I hadn't even noticed.

[Hidden]

Lovely and so true people don't take the time out to talk to anyone now .Changing world in which we live x

[sassy59]

That Longfellow was a clever chap Don and so are you. Take care. Xxxx

[Sapper21]

Thankyou, Don, that is so true; and thankyou for the Longfellow verse, my wife will put that in her poetry file. Best wishes, Albert

[Sheilab123]

Lovely scene and wise words. Thank you. Xx