New People

When we meet new people,we think,we ponder.
As kids,we thought the world is full of wonder.
In front of you comes a new person.

And you don’t know if you should trust.
Would you get along well?
Or would your relationship rust?

Sure,they seem unfamiliar and strange.
But I know,that something we can arrange.
The years go by ,they are no longer a stranger.

And you remember the day you met.
When they comforted you,yours tears wet.
Sometimes new people come into our lives.

They are either friendly or angry as hives.
Sometimes the people we meet are nice.
Sometimes kindness is what they have in there.

Or their true nature goes bare.
I have a theory of my own.
Sometimes a person is like a treasure chest.

It could be unique,it could be bleak.
And we all hope to find what we seek.
The chest could be either fllled with rotten fruit and rats.

Or jewels,golden crows and diamond covered hats.
But truly,the only way to know.
Is to follow time’s flow.

And make the chest somehow open up.
Only then we can see inside.
The contents,feelings and past.

Filled with either gemstones or rats.
Secrets are like caves full of bats.
And sometimes hide in the very contents.

Oh,if only we had glasses that could see.
What my very own eyes and mind could see.
For everyone thinks differently.

Meeting new people can sometimes be scary.
You have to be careful and wary.
for wolves exist out there,too.

Among the angels.
Among the life we make.
Meeting new people makes us uncertain.

So please,be careful for your sake.