The World Around

All the people come and go
All that I will never know
But a few who wander through
Some for but a glance or two
Others stay, more permanent
Though out of sight I will invent
Their thoughts and woes and daily chores
Never to be writ down in lores
So many lives that flit away
Others last but for a day
Races, jobs, countries unknown
With pets and friends, trash and throne
Tongues and tales and customs varied
People joking, people married
Before, during, and after me
So much existance I'll never see