Tall short large little
Some play horn others fiddle
So many differing personalities
All raised with eccentricities
Though we may think otherwise
That we are different is no surprise

Some like to call it inequality
Make others suffer for their quantity
Which is shallow and immature
Judging life without being sure
Of why there must be such distension
Between the have and have not condition

Then there is the question why a baby dies
When a multi- murderer is alive and thrives
Or why someone is healed of some disease
That another has and suffers without cease
We would do well to look back at history
No one yet has ever solved the mystery

Instead spend time improving who we are
Enjoying all that we have, can take us far

eTw-2006

A short one for Joseph's
scrambled words challenge;-)

Nsghit blinrliat sastr
Wihch teh mnroing esrsae
Wlil sinhe ocne aigan
Wehn eniveng cashse
Teh dyaimte aawy