Change of pace

Around people

Some people are sweet,

Some people are mean,

Some people laugh blue,

Some people cry green.

Some people stride forth,

Some people don't know,

Some people feel lonely,

Wherever they go.

Some people eat no meat,

Some people drink gin,

Some people stay hungry,

Whatever goes in.

Some people hunt comfort,

Some people need less,

Some people like questions,

Some people love mess.

Some people feel different,

Some try not to feel,

Some people seek perfect,

Some people want real.

Some people say “what's that?

Real – did you say?

Don't you know real

Isn't real anyway?”

Some people get tired,

Some people give in,

Some people keep at it,

Some people drink gin.

Some people love winning,

Some don't mind defeat,

Some people are mean,

Some people are sweet.

RF 2009

An older poem. I've not been writing much rhyming verse of late. I think I miss it sometimes.

And the photo was taken in July at The Lighthouse in Glasgow (a detail on a window). The company responsible for the detail (and many others around the building) is called O Street. I really like a little detail that manages to be so simple and yet say so much. Some people make big buildings, some people make the little details on the buildings... and so on, and so on...