You and I share more than words and thoughts.
We live beneath a common sky
And drink the same air
And walk on the same ground,
And enjoy the same good old sun.
Different we are, I grant,
And if we’d ever meet,
We’re sure to contradict,
At least a little,
Especially if one of us is stubborn,
And the other mean,
But tell me now,
Couldn’t we get along?
Be faraway friends, I mean.
I could write and you could read,
And you could write and I could read,
And I could tell you about my life,
And you could tell me about yours,
And thus, by reading, writing, and exchanging thoughts,
Much pleasure both derive.
For after all, are we not accomplices in this risky venture called existence?