In This World - Poem by Francis Duggan
In this World there are all sorts of people the timid and bashful and shy
The arrogant and the deceptive those who find it easy for to cheat and to lie
We all share a few things in common we live for awhile and we die
Though our different personalities make us interesting are they any different to I?
The happy go lucky and carefree I envy them their gift of joy
They may struggle for to make ends meet but somehow they seem to get by
Their lives are a huge uphill battle but they laugh uphill all of the way
They look to a better tomorrow hope does spring eternal they say.
In this World there are all sorts of people the very wealthy and the downtrod
The people of third World Countries the children of the lesser God
The selfless who devote themselves to helping poor people though their praises remain unsung
Such people are an inspiration and worthy role models for the young.
In this World are all sorts of people the religious fundamentalists who swear their God is great
Yet with people who believe different to them only trouble they wish to create
The mirrors of their souls are clouded of their God they only can sing
'Tis true in the Land of the Sightless that the one eyed person is King.
In this World are all sorts of people and no two exactly the same
And some are born to die of hunger and some know of great wealth and fame
Yet the Reaper will make us all equal since time from him we cannot buy
And the rich and the poor only mortals and are they any different to I?
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