Faces in Places

Wandering around feeling so lonely,
cardboard faces in cardboard places,
none will stop to ask, " Who are you, stranger? "

No grassy field, it’s all concrete and stranger
still, as the pavement is shouting, “ I’m lonely!”
Its echo is not heard; emptiness fills the places.

See this building, tallest among the places.
Here, you rub shoulders with folks, yet lonely.
Who will know that you are a stranger?

Ah, this place, but for the yammers, is lonely.

Agatha Lai

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stanza 1 Cardboard, None

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