When strangers become less strange

I’d like to learn a thing or two

About that Ford my friend bought new

I took an auto class, then 2, then 3

And realized that the only girl was me

Surrounded by “gangsters” all around

Yet as time went on I never frowned. 

When I had a question or needed a hand

These kids would come and by me stand 

They’d teach me, guide me, support me. 

They’d tease me, help me, protect me. 

As time went on I came to know

If ever I was feeling low

I knew on whom I could call

They’d be willing to give their all 

At first I had judged them wrong, 

And thought I never could belong

Yet here I stood, holding a wrench 

And help waiting just across the bench

As a child I never would have dreamed 

I’d choose to be with ones who seemed

“Not my type,” but what is this?

If I think like that I’m sure to miss

The people all around me who

These ties we never will undue

And although I never did intend

They were no longer strangers, but great friends.