A world bustling with people,
An overcrowded globe,
Feels too full, too many,
Still, somehow, we feel alone.
Amidst the engine noise and rumble,
Streaks of concrete cross the wild,
Stacked – packed – in our little boxes,
Desolate father, mother, and child.
Screens and memes to distract the heartache,
Isolated laughter – a single voice,
Superficial smiles and daily banter,
Strangers or solitary the only choice.
Plexiglass barriers erected,
Keep your distance, cover face,
Walls were holding us apart,
Long before the Covid days.
Self worth in work, events and people,
As our lives become undone,
Insecurities uncovered –
Do I matter to anyone?
Do I matter? Ah, there’s the question,
Age old struggle to find our way,
Each alone must search the answer,
To find meaning in each day.