Our Lives

We look at other people’s lives, So different from our own And realize no one else’s days Look like the ones we’ve known. The way we choose to spend our time, The structure of each week Can’t be compared to anyone’s, For we all are unique. Though similarities exist – We eat, we bathe, we sleep – That surface sameness skims the top While differences run deep. We’d have a lot of trouble If our lives we’d have to trade For it’s taken so much effort To create the ones we’ve made.