While waves at sunset lapped my feet
A stranger stopped and stood with me;
Our eyes were trained towards the sea
To watch jewelled tides consume the day.
The stranger then dared test the mood,
With jokes that fell on sands of stone.
He ventured at my ashen stare,
And chanced grief be my gallon load.
“A friend has passed too soon” I spoke.
In soothing tones the stranger said;
“If ever you feel robbed by death,
Just pause and think on this instead:
“When death decides to take a life,
It can’t touch our memories of a smile.”
A stranger and this truth he shared
Brought me comfort as night arrived.