Coffee With A Stranger

Coffee with a stranger - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Strange is the way of life; Don’t know when and where For a moment or for a time brief The drift of tide brings us a leaf Wherein found lines of sorrow and joy That destiny has in store for life We spend our lives as a tale And soul looks for an outlet to tell So many strange things happen And we may not recount all again Though a few goes not in vain That the divinely asking will Once brought me to a lane Where existed a small restaurant And there I was sitting alone Unmindful of coming and going of persons When suddenly I was greeted with hello And saw a stranger sitting haggard and worn Asking me for a coffee be spared for him alone Entered into discussion over many a topic Though looking scarred and tired with many a strife When asked what went wrong with life Told me, see, life is full of toil and pain A search for pleasure and for gain And I have lost everything over gambling And life will not be the same for me again Let me live to Him whose grace divine May enliven this dead soul of mine again.......