Saw this person everyday.
Said hi in passing, him going his way,and me going my way.

He was friendly and nice I thought.
Never taking time to talk..

He is disabled now, and so am I.
We took the time to talk.

I was right friendly but nicer than I thought.

When spending all day with someone, take the time to talk.
They could become a good friend..

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