Do people ever stop and say hello? How often do people pass their wives on the road or in a foyer and never know? Too often people refused to break the ice and opportunities pass them by. They never get to know what kind of friends they might have become. With all the divorces that go on, are we getting thing right?

 

Who is She   When I walk by she stares and smiles Her body speaks years and hypnotically beguiles Only her clothes say no, just walk away It’s not appropriate to stop and say Something, anything that may misguide So you walk on and your emotions hide How many times in life you’d done this and never tarry Even now you pass them, ask yourself who will you marry