In a Sea of People by Roland Burton

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In a Sea of People 

People look at me but they do not see me at all. 

I'm alone with my thoughts in spring, summer and fall.

In a sea of people I am alone. I am alone amidst a sea of strangers. They cannot know me.

Who should I talk to, and what should I say? Who is a friend, and who is an enemy?

While I am still alive I am not noticed. 

When I am gone I will not be missed.

In the universe in all its vastness 

I will be just one less.

Time is all we have. It is an endless sea.

Time is all I have. Infinity awaits me.


©️ Roland Burton , September 9, 2024

Metaphorical Poems 

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 7, 2026 at 8:43 AM

    Yes, our life is a sojourn from a finite world to an infinite universe as is evident from your appealing poem

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