The People We Pass Every Day Poem by Jim Yerman

We would exchange greetings…but only for a moment
as we pass on our walk every day.
We could tell she's a little older than us,
her hair is white…while ours is a little bit grey

The other morning after years of passing by
trading a wave, a nod and a smile.
we decided to get to know her…
so we stopped and talked for awhile.

We talked about life and children.
She told stories from her past.
She was happy to talk…we were happy to listen
and the time seemed to fly by so fast.

We found out many things about her…
so many big things in a little while
and somewhere in the stories she told
we found the reason for her smile.

Now when we run into each other
on our early morning walks
sometimes we wave and smile…
other times we talk.

Which makes me wonder wouldn't the world be a happier place
If somewhere along the way
more people would stop and take the time
to know the people they pass every day.