A Thought...

I for sure don't know your name. I
might never see your face again.
I know not what place you call home,
Whom you love or are all alone.

But was that you,
Whose grandfather and mine,
slogged together to earn a living
in what we today call"The stone age"?

Or , did i see you,
standing third in line,
as i endured boredom
to exercise my polling franchise?

As the tube beamed pictures,
and lights flickered on,
eyes set like me,
on the 8'o clock news
was that feature, your face?

You are not a stranger,
Are you?