I met a woman this morning; <br />her hair was white without a strand out of place. <br />She sat down beside me to rest for a moment <br />and began talking to me. <br />She pointed out where she was married <br />at the tender age of nineteen, <br />of how many children <br />and grandchildren she had. <br />How she was ninety now, <br />but she didn’t look a day over seventy. <br />We laughed and quoted <br />you don’t have to be rich to be happy. <br />That sometimes the poor <br />have more fun than the rich will ever have. <br />Real friends bring contentment to our life. <br />We sat talked for fifteen minutes <br />before we had to go our separate ways, <br />but her words enriched this person’s life. <br />A stranger with a message, <br />enjoy everything you have <br />no matter how little it is. <br /> <br />5 July 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unknown-woman/
