Neighbors

We have good neighbors, I suppose;
Though we see them hardly ever.
They wave politely, "hi- de-ho"
And go about their way.
I see them prying out their windows
As we're coming in,
Out of curiosity
I guess you'd say.
I see them on occasion
Hanging over back yard fences
Catching up on gossip
They're afraid they might have missed.
It worries me to see them laugh
Then look in my direction.
It makes me wonder why
I'm on their list.
I only hope in time of need
Or hopeless desperation,
When all the world is dark and cold and grim,
That I can call and they'll respond
With kindness and compassion,
The same way I, in turn,
Would give to them.

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