People of the New Millenium
Individuality of expession and personality
This is the human race in all its brave reality
Of all the multitudes of people each one stands alone
To love and to hate, to appreciate or condone.
Sence the strength in some but not in another
The intensity of life, created to smother
Feelings so deep, like murky depths of a river
And yet like the bow, the slightest touch makes them quiver.
Strength of a man, the simplicity of a child
The wayward, the meek, the helpless, the wild,
The ability to achieve and be masters of their fate,
And yet find compassion, without a debate,
Magnetic, dynamic, each unto his own
Each retains a character, which is theirs alone