Here we stand to be counted <br />on life’s lonely road <br />fleeting strangers in times <br />of troubles and woe. <br />Strangers for moments <br />that pass so quickly by. <br />Friends are not easily <br />found in troubled times. <br /> <br />But here we are together <br />lonely except for life <br />outcasts of misunderstanding <br />that develop in our mind. <br />Children in our own world <br />finding happier times. <br />Disillusioned with people <br />that surround us daily. <br /> <br />Old is just a word <br />we pretend not to hear, <br />young is what we are <br />so why should we fear? <br />Darkness is only nighttime <br />hour when we sleep. <br />Daylight is for living <br />so why do we weep. <br /> <br /> <br />17 October 1979<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-strangers/
