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.

©1975 Sharron R. McMillan