"Just Folks"

In response to my last post titled "Compassion", I have a received a poem submitted by Lloyd. When we delve deep into our very core, we come to realize that we are all the same at the soul or spirit level; we all crave growth and weelbeing and love. Thank you Lloyd for your insites in this lovely poem.

JUST FOLKS

We’re always making judgements

About the other guy

This one thinks he’s really smart

That one’s very sly

Another thinks she’s really hot

One has too much to say

But in the end we’re all just folks

Trying to find our way.

You think she’s superficial

And he is just a bum

That one with the fancy car

Came right out of the slum

And little miss propriety

May not be what she seems

But we will likely never know

The stuff that makes their dreams

We’ll never know the way they feel

When they’re alone at night

Or how they really see themselves

With no one else in sight

The fronts that people show to you

are seldom who they are

Its just the mask they show the world

To cover up their scars

I don’t know the way I’m seen

I can’t guess your thoughts on me

Do I appear as cold as ice

Or do I seem too free

Do you think I’m way too bold

Or am I seen as stone

I only know that down inside

We’re each of us alone

Some wear that mask to hide the hurt

Of failures large or small

To show to everyone around

That they don’t care at all

Some only crave a little warmth

Some love to make them strong

But how we see the face they wear

Is very often wrong

Each one of us, and all of us

The best of us, and worst

Those that are blessed among us

And those that are most cursed

All have one thing in common

As we struggle through each day

For in the end we’re all just folks

      Trying to find our way.  

((C) 1995 with the permission of the author)