With Them You Share Nothing In Common

With them you share nothing in common though them you know by sight and often meet Between you and them there is only silence when you pass them by on the street Familiar to you by sight only though as strangers to you they will stay With them you share nothing in common with so many it is this way The first time you met them you said hello but to your greeting they did not reply But since between you no sign of recognition in silence them you do pass by By sight to you they are not strangers you even know of them by name But those who treat you as a stranger you can only treat as the same Like most some you do not like and others who do not like you Perhaps it is do unto others as to you they choose to do For to like everybody you know or know of you would have to be a living saint They are a rare breed in the World the humans who are free of taint Between you there is only silence when them you do happen to meet You pass them by as silent strangers whilst out walking in the park or on the street.