strangers and other friends

and so along our paths we tread
knowing not what lies ahead
moving on to journey's end
pausing now, our ears to lend
each to the other, perhaps to relate
tales of fortune, tales of fate
yet do neither ever learn
the reasons for the other's concern
travelling on their separate ways
seeing different nights and different days
practical, seeing only fact
facets perhaps one stranger lacked
intangible images of faces fair
joys the other could not share
grasping eagerly with both hands
different treasures in different lands
forever onward, winding trail
marching both to win, not fail
morning comes, each other greet
though neither does the other meet
each shall not their path forsake
another's journey one may not make
neither to ever understand
the other's purpose, however grand