Within Each Person Are Others To Be Freed Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Within each person are others to be freed,
Some are good and some are bad;
There in lies hiding somebody like me,
Of tempers both glad and sad.
Nobody is there - all absolute,
Nor anybody, of one color, one route;
You are always both polished and crude,
It's your contrasting ways and its entire plot's.

Our moods are like days and nights,
We comprehend them through our lives;
When you, in one temper abide,
The other you, awakes up and arrives.
For how dearly, one really wants to be,
He cannot control his flights;
For if he did he wouldn't mature to see,
Where in his doings, are wrongs and rights.