In The Company Of Strangers Poem by Richard Trembath

In The Company Of Strangers



We live our lives
in the company of strangers:

How little we know of the hearts
of the men who surround us;
How seldom we see but a glimpse
of another man’s soul.
We each tread our own destined journey
that only we know of,
And strangers pass strangers, all bound
for the bell’s final toll.

’Tis seldom we know of another man’s
thoughts or his essence,
Only he can decide what he shows us
and wants us to see,
And if he decides to guard secrets and
keep his own counsel,
He will never be known to the world,
nor to you, nor to me.

We’re alone when we start on life’s
journey wherever it takes us,
And alone we will be, yet again,
when we come to its end,
And in transit our lives are surrounded
on all sides by strangers,
And the best we can hope for
is one we can truly call friend.

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Richmond, Victoria, Australia
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