Our lives are unlike others
in fact they're our own.
It's good that we're not all the same
or how would we be known.
If we all looked and sounded alike
without our own little quirks.
Mistakes we'd make while with our
friends
could make us appear as jerks.
You could be thinking it's Harry
while you're talking now to Jim.
Sharing all those common memories
that mean nothing at all to him.
It's not only in the way we look
but also the things that we like.
For without these differences that we
have
we'd be eating the same things each
night.
You see if we all really did think the
same
we would suffer a limited view.
Without that encouragement from one
another
we'd never try anything new.
Our lives would just continue
day after day.
Each one then being repeated
just like it was yesterday.
Be glad for all of our differences
and happy we're not all the same.
For if we were as this poem points out
our lives would truly be lame.
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