Color is incidental. We were all created and fitted the same
Two eyes one nose two hands and feet and a mind to tame
Instead of commending individualities we search for someone to blame
Our own complexes condition us to look for excuses lame
If only we could celebrate the differences if only we could be kind
Selective choice of color essentially makes us color blind
Wealth is incidental. Thieves also acquire and accrue
Real wealth lies in character possessed by but a few
Call on the tombs of the Pharaohs and you will get a clue
Amassing never paid dividends its deeds that beget your due
If you want to feel real rich list the things money can’t buy
Then check off the list to see what you have before you begin to cry
Beauty is incidental. The mirror will eventually begin to tell tales
A beautiful face will age and the perfect physique will have fails
It is goodness of the heart and goodwill of spirit that prevails
Courage and compassion will leave behind gentle trails
If you could add sheen to your spirit and make shine your favorite color
You could embellish the soul and let your heart be the ruler
Lineage is incidental. It reflects hereditary achievement
Being born in fêted surroundings is no accomplishment
Smugness does not guarantee superiority or make you God sent
You have to prove your worth to grasp what your lineage meant
If you would not overstep the thin line between pride and self-importance
You could attain greater heights still with ancestors for reference
Age is incidental. Anybody can grow old without much exertion
Chronology is not corelated to wisdom maturity is the reflection
Of personality. Know yourself grow in stature have faith stand tall
You were born with wings. Then why do you prefer to crawl
If you could balance benevolence with sufficient self-care
You could age gracefully without remonstrations and with flair