Chance Meeting Poem by Shaun Cronick

Disposed to walk a busy street,
Relentless pounding on weary feet,
People everywhere a chance to meet,
Perhaps one in a million who is so sweet,
She's over there! I'll go and greet,
Her phone number I've got! Oh what a treat,
She's so, so, so beautiful! Oh how I do bleat,
I'll hurry home now it's beginning to sleet,
For our first date I need to be neat,
She's so chic, demure and petite,
She's forever increasing my heartbeat,
We're married now, my life complete.