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Scales To Measure

Scales to Measure

We are not all equal. 
Some can dance on a wire...
above the crowd, 
Some can swim...
all the way to China. 
While others,
make food that feeds...
many every day, 
or take the hearts...
from some, 
to place in others. 

How can we be equal?
There are history buffs, 
and clown puffs. 
There are mistakes, 
and errors, 
and right answers. 

The only truth that is,
without fiction;
God knows all. 
Every name and every face. 
Every one, in every place. 
You can not walk away, 
you can not hide, 
it is just the reality 
and our abundance of pride, 
that keep us guessing, 
at the poundage of
our worth.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Ashford Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 2:17 PM
Well said! Gosh, you are prolific :-)
Faulkner Avatar
February 17, 2020 at 11:58 AM
Yes, we all have different talents, and it should be a celebration, not a competition - so well put, especially the ending lines-
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