She’s always talking to people,
strangers in the street,
in the shops,
or at the station,
on her runs.
She meets them with a smile
and says good morning – every damn time.
A lovely day!
Good day!
Hello!
Who does she think she is?
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She’s always talking to people,
strangers in the street,
in the shops,
or at the station,
on her runs.
She meets them with a smile
and says good morning – every damn time.
A lovely day!
Good day!
Hello!
Who does she think she is?
No one knows. Perhaps a socialite? Lol. I know people like that😊. Nice poem
Thank you. It’s my daughter’s perspective of me! It’s a generational thing.
Yes, it’s a cultural thing. I learned that perspective moving from Friendswood, Texas to New York City back in the 90s. Then, New York to Los Angeles – another cultural shift. I wish this world had more of Texas’ friendliness. Lovely poem!
Yup my mom is like that. When I was a kid, she commented on how friendly people were and I pointed out to her that she was the one that spoke first and they were simply responding to her friendliness.
I too love chit chatting with humans including the little humans who tend to reach out to me first 🙂