Sunday, October 23, 2011

Passing of strangers



In between intimacies I pass
Often I stuck in a mass
Where No discriminate between man and woman
Rather I been remembered to be a human
Life we have often short and sweet
Time with us offer little smile and greet
As we stands on the lifes road
Staring up above into the dark sky board
Life can seem ungrateful and not so kind
Pull our strings and play with our mind
It is so strange with its twist and turns
As everyone of us at some point learns
We seed a goal in mind; that grew and grew
Try to dig our life treasures with no clue
Focused with directions and purpose
Seeking out new meaning that life propose
But just in knowing that someone cares
Which hold us close in thoughts and prayers¨
Life will be so colorful and beautiful
When strangers becomes friends is so wonderful.