Some live with sorrow,

Hopping it will change tomorrow.

Some live with smiles,

Hoping it will last awhile.

Some live with rage,

And trap themselves in a cage.

Some live standing tall,

Believing they will never fall.

Some live hollow,

Willing to just follow.

Some live weak,

And just accept being meek.

Some live for wealth,

Thinking only of themselves.

Through this life we all trudge,

So why should we judge?