My Bubble

I’m all alone in my bubble
And I really don’t care
Floating alone in my bubble
Blowing around in the air.

Sometimes I bump into your bubble
And for a moment we share
Then the wind changes, our bubbles waft by
Where once you were, no one’s there.

Everyone is alone in their bubble
We smile and wave as we pass
Some will fly high with spirited clouds
Some will bounce off on the grass.

Β©1975 Sharron R. McMillan

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4 Responses to My Bubble

  1. hernibs says:

    Thank you. I wrote that in the 70’s but sometimes it fits any era. πŸ˜‰

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  2. M.B. Henry says:

    How cute!! πŸ™‚

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  3. hernibs says:

    Thank you. An oldie but seems to fit many scenarios in life. πŸ˜‰

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  4. lovealways7 says:

    Love that…”Bubble-Onwards ” πŸ’•

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