There’s a reason we meet the people we do,
And each comes with a time slot, like a bus or a queue.
When a close friendship ends, folks sigh, “Not meant to be,”
But I say, “It WAS meant to be!” Why not? Don’t you agree?
So embrace the time, whoever they are,
A friend, a cousin, a colleague, or the guy in the car,
Or that five-minute chat in the queue at the shop,
Where he told you his life story and just wouldn’t stop.
Learn from each other, there’s something to know,
’Cause the place where you are is the place you must go
To get to the next stop on the road up ahead,
So listen and learn from whatever is said.
