I saw them,
Two people sitting side by side,
Sitting on a bench in the park.
Two such different people
Talking, smiling and laughing,
Laughing with each other.
They were so different in the way they looked,
He was a man of about thirty years
Dressed in a leather jacket,
Ripped jeans,
And a streak of hair.
She was an elderly lady
Dressed in the way we expect,
But they were having a great time.
It goes to show,
Show that friendship is a gift,
A gift that comes wrapped,
Wrapped in different packaging.
Its not the wrapping that counts,
But the gifts within the package.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Never assume.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
Good write Gold.
With KP, it wasn't that I judged the marmalade by the label on the jar, or judged the book by its cover, but I judged her by her outward botox! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
I talk to anyone, most talk back!
That is a good thing to do 2781.
Andy
Yes - occasionally someone doesn't assume and talks - how about you, Andy?
I accept everyone if they show some sort of respect which most people do when you talk to them Dave.
Andy
Aw, Andy, you have found the golden egg. So true that it is not the wrapping but the gift inside that matters. Most lovely write
Thank you soren, yes you need to know people their true beauty is within their heart and mind.
Andy
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