PEOPLE

PEOPLE… they’re all trying,
In between the road raging and lying.

Most grew up thinking different than you,
Speaking another language, eating some foreign food.

And somebody, somewhere, out there is dying,
While someone’s being born, amidst laughing and crying.

Some people are real, others are fiction,
Some get along fine, some fight with addiction.

There are those that suffer horrendous abuse,
Tempted to give up, as they think what’s the use.

But with spirit they rise, and somehow overcome,
Harsh circumstances, wherever they’re from.

Some folks are out there trying to make money,
Though they know in end they lose it, now isn’t that funny.

Others work so hard people-pleasing,
As their anxiousness grows, forever increasing.

Some think they’re important, that they deserve double,
They’re often mislead and looking for trouble.

Wise ones are searching for God way out there,
But God’s easy to find, just look everywhere.

 Some people battle with what’s wrong or right,
Others see things in just black or white.

And good happens to bad, bad   happens to good,
I’m sure we’d all change that, if ever we could.

People are trying to make most things better,
Though this human evolution is taking forever.

Pretty soon, you and I will be gone,
And people on earth will keep going on,

With unanswered questions – the who, what, where, and why-ing,
PEOPLE, yes PEOPLE – they are all trying.

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