Why Is It
Why is that two people can tell the same joke,
Yet one will be booed off the stage
And the other has the audience in stitches.
Why is it that one persons smile
Can light up a room,
Yet another will only get a frosty reception.
Why is it that an act of kindness from one
Will be applauded,
Yet another will only have their motives questioned.
Why is it that some get all the help
Without having to ask,
Yet others get none, no matter how many times they ask.
I stopped asking these questions the day I came to realise,
Being the centre of the Universe was too big a burden to carry.
It was the same day I started to relax, have some Fun
And became a joy to be around.
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016
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