The Passing Parade
I watched the passing traffic there
On a footpath or thorough fare
As I sat in the car to make a call
And people passed me one and all
It was a Sunday morning true
The time about ten thirty two
Outside a store which offered more
It attracted people galore
A store assistant with buckets seen
Filling a rack where others had been
And as I watched as I made my call
The people walking one and all
I saw just one familiar face
Someone I knew from the human race
And in a town not small nor large
Yet on the footpath people did barge
Or meander ever slow, as if they had no place to go
My call ended, still I stayed
In the car as the movie played
Of life and love and things unseen
Yet not in a theatre has it been
In life so real it passed before my eyes
In Tumut town under winter skies
So thanks I give to the people true
Who passed in front of my eyes of blue
A selection of the human race
Who showed to me a different face.