We maybe strangers when we meet, <br />but as friends, we depart <br />and so the world goes round <br />with you never knowing <br />whom you will meet on the street. <br />The perfect stranger <br />of any religion, race or creed <br />could end up being your best friend <br />by the end of the day. <br />The next time you go walking down the street <br />your next friend or best friend <br />you might just chance to meet. <br /> <br />30 January 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-when-you-meet/
