Chance meetings out there in the street;
the different people we can meet.
Encounters stimulate our mind;
so much wisdom we can find.
Walking by, a wall of faces;
all those people going places.
A human face, a heart, a soul;
what’s their journey, what’s their goal?
Every face a brand new story,
all with shame but also glory.
“Humanity” a tide of hopes;
of mountains climbed and hangman’s ropes.
So when you see a passer-by
stop a while, or just say “Hi!”
Doin’ Stuff stuff