MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND


MEETING A STRANGER...MAKING A FRIEND.

WHO ARE YOU,
NOT WHO I REMEMBER,
SO COLD YOU ONCE WERE,
NEVER TENDER.

A MEAN, WICKED, HATEFUL ONE,
HURTING FROM INSIDE OUT,
YOU HATED YOURSELF,
HATED YOUR SELF WITHOUT A DOUBT.

HURT THOSE AROUND YOU TOO,
SO CALLOUS, COLD AND ANGRY,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT GUY I KNEW,
HE’S NOT LOOKING BACK AT ME.

THIS NEW GENT LOOKS YOUNGER,
SMILES A LITTLE TOO,
I SEE PEACE IN HIS EYES,
LIKE THE FIGHT WITHIN IS THROUGH.

AND HIS EYES ARE DEEP AND FULL OF LIFE,
NOT GLOSSY LIKE BEFORE,
WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS GENT I SEE,
I DO NOT KNOW HIM ANYMORE.

BUT, I LIKE MY NEW FRIEND,
I KNOW HE MEANS WELL,
IT’S JUST IN HIS EYES,
THAT’S HOW I CAN TELL.

WELL I HOPE TO SEE YOU AGAIN,
AND SOON I REALLY DO HOPE,
PLEASE DO NOT RETURN WITH THE OTHER FELLOW,
HE SURE WAS A DOPE……...

THEN I SMILED AT MYSELF IN THE MIRROR, AND WENT ON MY WAY.


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