People Poem by Timothy olson

People walk, people talk.
Count the seconds, on the clock.
People share, people stare.
Most just act, like they don't care.
People run, people hide.
Keep there secrets, locked deep inside.
People laugh, people cry.
Always asking, and questioning why.
People live, people die.
Down on there knees, break down and cry.
People drive, people fly.
Always looking, to the skies.
People small, people tall.
In crowds, you can see them all.
People moms, people dads.
Raise there children, with loving hands.
People happy, people sad.
Some get even, even mad.
People begin, people end.
Then they start, all over again.
People good, people bad.
Both can make, people sad.
People give, people take.
Some in cells, are made to wait.
People win, people lose.
Just depends, on what they choose.
People come, people go.
In between, they get to know.
People young, people old.
Of there lives, they learn and grow.
People start, people finish.
Watch them all, as they diminish.
END OF PEOPLE.