Encounters short poem

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Most people we meet will be friends and not foes
(Though truthfully, some people get up our nose!)
Those moments together can bless us or blight us
But thankfully most of our meetings unite us
At times we wear prickles, sharp-honed to defend us
When frequently enemies seek to befriend us
If only more open and trusting we came
We might stop the arrows before they could maim
The fear and suspicion, so often deception
Ignites our anxiety, stokes misperception
And what might have been a warm sharing or trust
Before it is nurtured is tragically lost
Then as we get older, with past days reflected
At times we will ponder on friendship rejected

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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