Walking down through the town on my wanders today, Back to the car, passing folk on the way. I realised how, if I stopped and observed, I'd see hundreds of years in the lives  that they've served. The lady with the walker almost bent over double, The lads looking likely or looking for trouble. The mothers with toddlers, the people with phones. The diners all munching, the kiddies with cones. Who knows what befell in their multiple lives, Brothers and sisters husbands and wive