The people that I see today,
Are strangers everyone,
But each are special in the things,
They each have seen and done.

I watch them sitting quietly,
Their thoughts uniquely theirs,
Some reading while some others fixed,
With un-defining stares.

Some others that I chance to see,
Have eyes that droop with sleep,
While other sit so rigidly,
Without a word to peep.

Yes these are just the folks that serve,
And chance to be with me,
These ones of luck or destiny,
Each called for Jury Duty.

© James O'Brien
October 2003

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