A Poem from My Mom

As I mentioned a while ago in another post, my mother is sending her kids lots of written stuff she has accumulated over the years. E-mail is wonderful in many ways :thumbup: ; in the hands of someone beginning to slip into dementia, not so much in other ways. :thumbdown:

Anyway, she recently sent the following poem, and I thought I would share it with everyone here. I preserved the ALL CAPS, because I just don’t have the energy to fix it. 😳

SOME PEOPLE I KNOW

SOME PEOPLE I KNOW LIKE TO CHATTER, WHILE OTHERS SPEAK HARDLY A WORD.

SOME THINK THERE IS NOTHING THE MATTER WITH BEING COMPLETELY ABSURD.

SOME ARE IMPOSSIBLY SERIOUS, WHILE OTHERS ARE ABSOLUTE FUN.

SOME ARE RESERVED AND MYSTERIOUS, WHILE OTHERS SHINE BRIGHT AS THE SUN.

SOME PEOPLE I KNOW APPEAR SOUR, BUT MANY SEEM PLEASANT AND SWEET.

SOME HAVE THE GRACE OF A FLOWER, WHILE OTHERS TRIP OVER THEIR FEET.

SOME ARE AS STILL AS A STEEPLE, WHILE SOME NEED TO FIDGET AND FUSS.

YET EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE PEOPLE IS SOMEHOW EXACTLY LIKE US.