People

As we March on .... we meet people, greet them and sometimes it all ends there, at times the relationship ends at that. Then there are the moments which float by like that pleasant dove that glides through the sky, but

these moments can seem temporal and of impermanent nature, 

and only later, with growth and maturity of some kind, things are put into perspective.

and then after that, who really remembers You? Someone always does.

People write obituaries for other people, and people read obituaries about other people. So people actually live vicariously through people.

And people hope .....

And a friend of mine always announces, 'that people are just people'.