People

People are inevitable you meet them everywhere

In the streets in the city in the farm and in the fair

Some are stitched in the veneers of your family

Some are gifted as friends you accept gratefully

There are those that belong to an utterly avoidable kind

They are capable of driving you out of your mind

 

Welcome home. This earth is our abode – an eclectic jungle

You learn which berries are poisonous and with which animals to mingle

Some make you happy when you meet and greet them

Some continue to grumble even after you treat them

People bend the rules and the jungle becomes chaotic

After flattening the curve they go in search for some special magic

 

People come in all forms and shapes and sizes

Love hate anger resentment judgement their world comprises

Of a lot of sentiments which often lead to complication

They use fists instead of cooperation and avarice in place of emotion

Each one believes he is different and oh so distinctive

People remain people eventually all action and reaction instinctive

 

You cannot live without them. Living with them is not easy either

They can make your life heaven they may not spare you of hell either

The singular omniscient source of learning they mete out experiences

They can be hazardous in rebel form you must teach them obedience

People. Love them hate them meet them shun them. It’s their realm

The reason why you reap what you sow is that you too are one of them