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
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Vangaveti Avatar
February 22, 2023 at 10:22 AM
It is the air we breathe with others that keeps us alive, not the stones we throw to hit others!! Wahh!!. Beautiful lines.
Roger  Avatar
February 22, 2023 at 11:34 AM
Thank you very much... Most of my life was spent battling daily harassment, slander, bullying, discrimination and other kinds of oppression and I could hardly understand what was their motive in doing it... And I think it's just because of bigotry and their own insecurities because I can't remember having done harm to anyone... I am surviving though... What is baffling is how much they are willing to sacrifice what they have: time, money, their efforts, etc., just to oppress someone even if they can't really benefit from it... It just pleasures them to see someone having hard times...
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