Everyone has different thought's, about what is right, or wrong,
even down to the words with music, that we hear as songs.
There are some people, who always worry about tomorrow,
and miss out, enjoying their life, day by day,
others always up for anything, living every minute,
like it's their last one, on their final day.
Some people, are always positive, looking for the best in everyone,
and everything, always upbeat, while others are negative,
always looking for the worst, in everyone, and every situation,
always complaining, looking down at their feet.
There are others, who think we should all live our lives, act the same,
as if everyone, came from one mold,
while some people use their imagination, explore,
different ways to survive, and hold their head up high.
So many judge each other, by their looks, what their worth,
or what kind of work they do, others accept everyone,
and get to know them, by the way, they treat me or you.
Some are never satisfied, always talking about, wanting more,
or something different, everyday,
others are just grateful, they woke up,
still alive, to live another day.
During this life, there is not, a right way for everyone,
to think, or live everyday, for in the end, the rich, poor,
negative, and positive people, will all be one of the same,
when we leave this life, and pass away.
Tom Maxwell copyright 09/02/2003 A.D.
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