You well may be on speaking terms but to them you have little to say
Their interests to your’s are so different no two see things in the same way.
You don’t mix in their social circles to greatness you feel they aspire
There’s a self centredness about them a trait that you cannot admire
There is nothing wrong with being ambitious but too much ambition can lead
To thoughts of self and love of self only such thinking that leads one to greed.
You feel stuck for words to say to them since only of their life they wish you to hear
The World could not go on without them that’s how to them it does appear
You cannot seem to get a word in sideways with them it is me, myself and I
Just meeting them on you is trying and you find relief at goodbye.
For your own liking you meet them too often the people you don’t wish to meet
Their stories are of themselves only and their stories they always repeat
With them you have nothing in common and nothing with them you can share
They live in their own little World detatched from the bigger World out there.