Perchance
Perchance
I'll never know his name nor assume his thoughts,
This man I saw perchance today
Approaching from a distance I paid not much mind
Closer yet, the eyes adjust to features I have known
This man perchance I've met?
His walk is slow, and carefully he treads
The pavement's edge on wooded back country road
No smile graced his face, but simple warmth did so exude
This ragged man I met perchance today
No words exchanged, just one perplexing gaze
As quickly I sped by
This world of mine, this world of his
Perchance they do collide?
I wonder now if I had stopped and gathered all my thoughts,
Engaged him in the spoken word within his world and mine
What would I learn perchance?
Would I learn that men are not created equal?
That all men are intertwined somehow?
I judge not men by countenance alone ,
but by the spoken word
I listened with my heart to words unsaid
An honest man I think perchance I met
By the side of the road this day
And me the poorer man for sure
Perchance, perchance, perchance
Copyright © Terry Noack | Year Posted 2013
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