Me

What do they see when they glimpse at me,

Am I infinite obscurity or just a passing spree?

I stride past the ones I have known many a year,

Their glances evade is it through ignorance or fear.

I try to converse but the moments have past,

So I continue on walking as I did with the last.

I search for some reason and I yearn for a cause,

As I peer through my window, I take a minute to pause.

Time has harassed me and it has taken its toll,

But just like a boxer, with the punches I roll.

I stand to be delivered and I aim to be reborn,

I will take what life gives, ending the pungent scorn.

~David Phillips~