Friends We Have Not Met Poem by James McLain

You pass them never knowing the acquaintance
of this particular individual has not yet
been made.
Sighing: What is the sum of there individual uniqueness
I try to keep my eye turning on today, Some of what
yesterday has brought me is here on my plate.
Maybe tomorrow is predicated respectfully to some
degree on today while choices of today we base on
yesterdays of the past
Seasons come yes they flow of choices on our very
life what do we really know.

c.e.mcl.~~22~12~2008