It really is a small world, meeting up
with someone, who knew you when.
Now, here it is another time and place,
as you run into each other again. It's
been many years, of course, you're
both no longer the same. It's strange,
because the face is still familiar. But
you can't quite place their name. As
you begin talking, certain things jog
your memory. All, starts to come back
to you. The incidents, you're being
reminded of, make you smile.
Envoking laughter too. As you
continue to reminisce, it's hard to
believe, you both had gone your
separate ways. Now, here you are,
the two of you remembering, the
good old days. Fate no doubt, had
brought the two of you together. It
doesn't happen too often, as far as
I can recall. Which proves, beyond
a shadow of a doubt, it is, a small
world, after all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a truistic write...sometimes it is just a small world...great piece... Ency Bearis