I was looking through my bookshelf and came across one of my many journals/note books and found this poem that I put in it on December 9, 1992. I love this poem and thought I would share. I have no idea who wrote it.
Today I found friend
Or maybe he found me
or was it fate, chance, circumstance
Predestination by whatever name?
Where we like nanoid stars
Whose orbits
Devised at times beginning
In due season
Intersect?
Though we will never know
No matter! For instinct tells me
That out friendship, nurtured,
Will grow strong
So much of him I like!
His quiet ways, warmth,
A gentle wit and intellect
An honest face, kind eyes,
A ready smile
"Friend" is not easily defined
And yet these things mean that to me
Concerning one whom, even now,
I hope to see again
And cont the days and hours
Until a second meeting
~ Author Unknown
Beautiful.
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