In So Many Ways
People are different in so many ways
That naming them never would cease to amaze
And though you could try ‘til the end of your days,
You’d never be able to do it.
From what they might wear to what they believe,
Their life style choices and what they achieve,
The places they live and ideas they conceive,
An outsider couldn’t intuit.
Religions (or lack of), political choices,
Silent and inward or raising their voices,
How and for what someone sulks or rejoices,
Each get judged by the way people view it.
That, I guess, is the rub, for when we don’t agree
With the actions of others to any degree,
There’ll be sadness or anger, for I guarantee
Most just don’t even try to subdue it.
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