Unique
I cannot name one person
Who would eat the foods I eat,
Plus follow the routines I do
To make my day complete.
The same way I would not enjoy,
Of all my kith and kin,
Their daily meals and hobbies,
Living in their minds and skin.
For even those close confidants
To whom we often speak
Would balk at certain habits;
That’s what makes us each unique.
If we could spend a day or two
With one friend at a time
And do exactly what they do
(Including writing rhyme)…
We’d understand a little more
Or get a better sense
Of what their lives are like by seeing
All the evidence.
But maybe we are better off
Allowing the mystique
Of others’ worlds to stay unknown,
Preventing a critique.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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