Picket Fence Poem by John Zeller

Life is like a picket fence
Has a beginning and an end
Neighbour’s to your left
Neighbour’s to your right
They may be black
They may be white
They may be yellow
They may be blue
But how they live
Is no concern to you

On my street a picket fence
Has a beginning and a end
One part clean
One part painted
One part dirty
One part tainted
One part broken
One part new
But the maintenance of this fence
Is no concern to you

Everybody is a picket
in the fence
Between every picket
the same distance
Every picket created the same
Every picket a different name
If you are a picket
except your place
And know that one day
you will be replaced