Booth by a Window

Margaret V.Doran

Booth by a window
watching the ebb and flow
of traffic, of people
with things to do, places to go

How many are rushing
to fulfill dreams
How many are just rushing
to complete obligations,
stepping stones for others’ visions?

Traffic comes and traffic goes
Dreams and visions are nurtured or die
and of all the people hurrying so,
how many stop to question why?
How many pause to ask where?
How many hopes are still contained
        within their hearts?
How many passions perish,
overcome by the crush of doing?

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Updated March 15, 2005
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