I met a few strangers
In the beginning of the year;
I met them as acquaintances
Toward the end of the year.
The second time I chanced to see them,
They were not as people I knew;
The another time I knew them
They became the past I had shared.
Wonder why I was to meet them?
Wonder why it was the first and the only?
Hard to erase the single encounter;
Hard to point out the reason.
I stopped taking account of life,
I counted the memories I re-live;
I looked upon the present,
In the moment I lived with the many.
Destiny survived my interpretation
Destined to meet those I met unknowingly;
Strangers or acquaintances I cared not to think
Purpose or reason I dared not to probe.
Yet the ones I hardly knew but met
Meant to be the part for once I chanced to meet;
The years there were many,
The faces infinite in those years….