Funny old world with the people you meet
regular Joe Blogs from down the street.
You pass him daily without a care
trying not to notice while trying not to stare.
No words are spoken no eye contact made
In time I'm sure his memory will fade.
Then a passing look & passing smile
before you now it, you've been friends a while.
It was always meant to be,
a friendship growing like blossom on a tree.
Sometimes a simple smile can change a persons day
given in an instant but written in the play.
Its all meant to happen of this I'm sure
learning life's lessons in abundance galore.
Who will you meet today?