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Sep 2017
Why do we meet all of  the people we do,
Yet we tend to keep by us only a few.

All the different ways you meet each other,
The impact you have, may unknowingly change them forever.

The gesture may be big or small,
You can squish em down or help them stand tall.

How you greet those you meet,
Could make a difference instantly.

A smile of empathy as you see the strain in their   face,
May be just enough to hold them in place.

Opening that door for one last guy,
Saving him a struggle he is happy to pass by.

Bending to pick up the fallen book,
Saved her shearing pain, how greatfull she looks.

We can never understand the full impact we impose,
Just remember we communicate from our head to our toes.
Written by
Brenda Buckley
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   Lior Gavra
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