There are two
sides,
To the same
coin,
Three to a
triangle,
We are
everything,
Except the same,
From each other
so different,
So vivid, so
colorful,
Yet with
multiple faces,
And those hues
of conflict,
Interactions are
unhealthy,
Except when not
calm and cool,
A race running a
race,
Motivated a lot
by greed,
By jealousy, not
pained,
By suffering,
unaffected we go,
We twist, we
turn, words for benefit,
That said is
enough,
Meanings lack,
so do morals,
Yet ethics
spread the smiles,
And we make the
world laugh,
With our antics,
to win,
To survive, the
race is funny,
An outsider will
agree,
We are
exquisite, one of a kind,
Designed with
care, intricate,
Bathed in
colors, known and unknown,
Seen and unseen,
yet in life,
We are all there
can exist,
The good, the
bad, and the ugly.
Beautiful poem. I totally agree, " We are all there can exist, the good, the bad, and the ugly."
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