Each day you see them
And maybe wonder about them.
Are they good?
Or are they bad?
You may just walk passed them
Not knowing who they are.
But those people are all around you,
Strangers?
You wonder who they are,
But strangers are friends,
Friends that you haven’t met yet.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2022 00:31
- Category: Reflection
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Such wise words Andy - friends are but strangers we have met and now know. A lovely thought.
Exactly right dear Andy,
Very true GF
Yes indeed and these strangers share our humanity. Each with their own likes and hates, pleasures and sorrows. What weight of life do these passing characters carry which we cannot see?
A great reminder that we are all precious individuals on this colony we call Earth.
I'm gonna croon! 'Strangers in the night'......!
another life-affirmingly, illuminating
waterfall of a poem
promoting positivity, in such
accessibly relatable words..
thank you, dear Poet
what a lovely message, to share
with this broken world
Very nice write,take care.
Indeed! I am so shy though. I suspect i will be meeting some friends on vacation soon! great write!
Lovely message dear Andy, strangers are friends that you haven’t met….
Sometimes it's easier to talk to strangers, later they become good friends. A lovely message.
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