People We Meet Poem by Michael Peterson

It's weird the people you run into
Every day a new person or one from the past
Simply amazing when and where
Libraries, stores, bars, anywhere
From a little hello or a face from the past
A lovely little chat can bring memories back
What we call the good ole dazes
It puts a warm feeling when you touched someone
Knowing they remember you, you remember them
Finding out you have a lot in common
But so different in the past
Social status changes over the years
But we all still find out we're still the same
Money does change the past, changes the future
But touching a person's life can be endless
We were mean and cruel to some in our past
But maturity and experience may have taught us to be better
Hold no or grudges towards the past
Look to the present and to treat people the same
People make the world the way it is
So we need to show the young the way
Treat classmates, neighbors, strangers right
The way you want to be treated
They may treat you better back
For strangers we touch may be our friends in the future
Make a gesture to someone and the gesture may be returned
Love to touch a ole classmate's, neighbor's or stranger's life
Kindness and friendliness starts with you
Make day with a post, a hello, a letter
Memories good or bad can make us a better person
Meeting people one by one, make me write about times we met
The stories we do tell of yesteryear.