“People of Life”
Life is full of people, good and bad;
Grumpy, happy, and some even quite mad.
All kinds of people make the world complete;
Maybe not as good as ice cream. A delightful treat.
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But it’s our world just the same;
Each of us has his or her own name.
Some like it, and a few maybe not;
We are the ones that are many times, forgot!
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But in life we can live one day at a time;
Many days and nights, they sometimes may not rhyme.
Yet, the clock still moves, though never fast;
So, the bad days we have will eventually pass.
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People of all shapes, colors, and sizes make up life.
It’s never easy to change forms without strife.
Our Lord and Savior made us perfect at birth;
Look what’s happened. Now how much is it worth?
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We destroy our bodies; male to female-female to male.
Just to live differently, like mixing a strange cocktail?
Everyone should know we all bleed the same;
Life to many is just another type of game.
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Give them a game board, cards and some dice;
Let them roll in the game of life; it’s their choice.
I’ll live my life, not playing the same game;
I’ll choose peace and harmony to keep me sane.
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