Some People

Some People
A poem by Floyd Kelly

A photo of long shadows showing people standing together behind the camera.

Some people like to dress up in fancy clothes.

Some people like to drive fancy cars.

Some people live in big fancy homes.

Some people do not have any cares in this world.

Some people.


Some people like to party with diamonds and wigs.

Some people like to fly in big jets.

Some people have fancy jewelry.

Some people live as if life will never end.

Some people.


Some people like to eat big fancy meals.

Some people like to sail on big ships.

Some people let loose the lips.

Some people want only money.

Some people.


Some people have no choice but to live a modest life.

Some people have no choice but to walk.

Some people have no choice but to endure much hardship.

Some people do not have a home.

Some people.


Some people face life with on-going illness.

Some people do not know when the next meal will come.

Some people are left far behind.

Some people go through life facing insurmountable odds.

Some people.


Some people need medicine and do not have money to pay.

Some people have to wear the clothes they wore yesterday.

Some people yearn for a better life.

Some people face much strife.

Some people.


Some people live in the shadows.

Some people are scared of all people.

Some people have scars; left by other people.

Some people are filled with tears.

Some people.


Some people forget about those who own less.

Some people do not care what happens to other people.

Some people claim they are better than other people.

Some people can only see one way.

Some people.


Some people go through life angry.

Some people have hearts aflame with fire unfurled.

Some people like to hurt other people.

Some people enjoy chaos.

Some people.


Some people pass judgement on those they do not know.

Some people pass judgement on people they do know.

Some people claim they are pure.

Some people can seem uppity for sure.

Some people.


Some people know who they are.

Some people face life head-on.

Some people have great courage.

Some people lift others up.

Some people.


Some people are fragile.

Some people are broken.

Some people are damaged beyond repair.

Some people can only cry knowing joy is far away.

Some people.


Some people are cherished like gold.

Some people are like flowers with colors bold.

Some people are gentle like the breeze of the spring.

Some people are meek and humble, profoundly touching the lives of people.

Some people.


Some people let their soul shine.

Some people branch out like a summer’s green vine.

Some people are dear to other’s hearts.

Some people are people we need.

Some people.


Some people can look in a mirror.

Some people can see through smoke and fog.

Some people can ask themselves questions.

Some people better themselves by looking in the mirror.

Some people.

Some People, a poem by Floyd Kelly (2021)

Published by Floyd Kelly

I'm a simple man living in a rural mountainous area of Northeast Washington state (US). I like to blog, create music, create 3D graphics/videos and take care of my wonderful dog.

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