Some people waltz into your life,
And some come breezing in;
Tempestuous storms some others bring...
Occasionally a melancholy tune one ushers in,
Another, a lullaby;
A few come in silently,
A few others riding high...
Ere you wonder what brought them
Into your solitary 'stence
Some go rushing out and thence
You muse if it made sense
At all to have them there in the first place ....
And yet, if you would but pause,
And wonder a thoughtful while;
You would see them standing all in line
Gracing your sterile life,
And making it in a signficant way
A little more worthwile!
