The Air That We Breath
Everyone is genius in their own ways.
Many just waste their time prying and minding others
and doing things of no help,
instead of honing their abilities,
and blame others when their chances pass away
like grains of sand that slipped through their fingers.
The others just can't believe
that there are people who are better than them
and spend most of their lives judging
and comparing themselves to others,
even if there is no point of comparing,
and the rest of their lives
taking a daily dose of their bitter medicine
while wasting their time
watching others succeed and be accomplished.
Many fail to realize
that people best each other in their own ways
like how the moon and sun best each other
in their own ways.
Everyone's life is his own battle,
and if one can't help someone win,
better for him to distance himself
than be part of that person's struggle.
It is the air that we breath with
others that keeps us alive
and not the stones we throw
to hit others.
February 22, 2023
Premiere Choice No 1190 Poetry Contest
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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