Some are rich and others poor,
Some are bright and others dull,
Some make the cut while others fail,
I see them come in one by one.
Some say half full some say half empty,
Some are tall and some are short,
Some will talk and others shy,
Some look trim while others bulge,
In they go, marching through.
Some are kind and others mean,
Some speak soft while others yell,
Some see color while others blind,
Some go north some go south.
In search of what lies ahead.
Some are dark and others fair,
Some will cry while others laugh,
Through this troubled life they trek,
I see them all, I count them all.
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