There’s often a thought that I have had
That life’s not clearly all good or bad
And sometimes trauma gets in the way
Like visions we’ve had that go astray.
Tis foolish to think we’re of one mind
For this world consists of every kind
The short and tall or the lean and fat
Those who prefer either this or that,
Only time will tell where all this ends
We can be enemies or make friends !
Claire V. Bogdanos 