Poem Hunter
Never Knowing
(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Never Knowing

Poem By David Harris

Everyday we meet strangers
all the time never knowing
if one of them
will one day no longer be a stranger,
but become a new friend.
Someone who will stand beside us
when troubles rise
and who will walk with us
until our troubles subside.

3 August 2008

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Comments (2)

It takes but a moment to say hello, who knows a beautiful friendship may grow... Andy 10
Funny how as we travel through the years we meet up with so many different people, some pass on by, whilst others stay the distance. Lovely piece of truth here. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX