Poetry: Fleeting People

Fleeting People 

So many people 

Pass by through the day, 

All the faces and footsteps

Of those who don’t stay. 


At one point, you feel happy

Another, you’re sad,

At the end of the day 

It’ll just make you mad. 


All these people that come 

Are the same ones who leave,

And you can’t understand it 

You just don’t believe. 


How the people you meet 

Can be gone in a flash, 

Whether you walk away 

Or they never come back. 

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