May 21, 2013

No Better Nor Worse

Each person we meet
On any old street
Is fraught with imperfection

Though maybe unclear
To the eye or ear
‘Tis naught cause for rejection

Sitting on a seat
Or walking on feet
There ought to be reflection

So hoist up your beer
And toast without fear
We’re taught to seek connection

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