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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