Some People Poem by Ruth L. Rivers

Some People
Some people were cut from binding strings
Those threads which weaved common fabric
Intimately connected through each everything
Some people refuse not so common courtesy
In the trials a new start with each incompatible
Gathers other uncomfortable itching atrocity
Some people begin and end closer in hearts tie
Being ever so far with bodily distance in lands
Minds lost to another in our world spinning by
Some people exist this and that moment style
Only for the mediocre torture of its surviving
Being near person to person is endurance trial

By Ruth L. Rivers
September 1,2009