It was just a sheet of paper out of an excersize
book,
Until I started writing to see how it would look.
My pen wrote
quickly as if with ghostly hand,
The poem that appeared was not so very
grand.
It told not of love or of flowers so sweet,
Just about two people
that by chance did happen to meet.
They spoke about their lives and the work
that they did do,
It sounded rather commonplace like most chats, lively but
true.
Families with children and the costs of living,
How they each
celebrated at the last thanksgiving.
What presents they had bought for the
wife and kids,
At the local auction where both had made their bids.
Then
on to sport each had a favourite team,
They were kindred spirits each with
their own dream.
A friendship developed between the unlikely pair,
They
had so much in common yes each had a lot to share.
After making arrangements
for their families to meet,
I very often see them as they walk down the
street.
It was a true friendship I could see by the smiles,
You know for
such a frienship, I would walk a hundred miles.
bernard Shaw