THOUSANDS

 

                                           Thousands
                                            
                                           Of people pass me on the street.
                                           Of them, one may have some importance.

                                           Thousands of books pass my eyes:
                                           One will be drawn from the tides of Life
                                           And read. Of many I read,
                                           One will affect me deeply.

                                           This life is mostly a waiting game.
                                           Wait and sigh,
                                           The person, the book, the time will come.

                      

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