Very Human - Poem by David Harris
Sometimes I wonder
where my life has gone,
then I realise it is still there,
but in a different form.
Everyday we change a little
in our attitude for things.
One day we might hate the sight of something,
tomorrow we might love it to bits.
As humans, we are so complex
with our emotions and our life.
Some will take upsets
as just a matter of course,
while others will say
I had a lot of strife today.
We are very unpredictable
which makes us
very human of course.
21 May 2008
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