Will You Please Think Again
For many forms, and various strengths, simply make it not the same.
Yes, complexities within each mind, and within our bodies too,
Come tailor-made in so many ways, that make me, me, and not you.
Thus, what may well be short for you, for another may well be
long,
Or what effects a cure in you, for another soul could be wrong.
And for some folk it's a battle that persists throughout all
their days,
While for many other people, it's simply just a passing phase.
Yes, for some it is just the blues, while for others it’s
darkest night,
Thus, many can see a rainbow, but to others, there seems no
light.
Therefore, judging their experience as being just the same as
your own,
May make their struggle much harder, and leave them feeling more
alone.
You may think that you have the answer, but in fact, you may
be wrong,
For although the tune may seem the same, does every same
note belong?
You see, though an apple's an apple, not all apples taste the
same,
And therefore, our opinions are often best kept where they can’t
maim.
If you think that it’s self-pity that is keeping them where
they’re at,
They can tell you very clearly that their suffering’s not worth
that!
There are always those who think they've the answers to
another's woe,
But could they be that very person, soon their words would cease
to flow.
One day it might surprise you if affliction that's the same
as theirs
Suddenly right out of nowhere in your much brighter life
appears.
And therefore, it really doesn’t pay to boost another’s aching
By some wrong word or action, thinking that it’s of their own
making.
If they were you, it may well be so, that some changes could
be made,
But as they’re not, please don’t burden them with those things
that they can't trade,
For often they would swap (if they could) their life and
circumstances,
But such folk well know that such thinking so, simply just
romances.
It’s true that some people must accept a certain degree of
blame
For the state that engulfs them now, and the trouble that
shortly came.
However, though that be the case, the results can be excessive,
And sometimes the hardness others display, makes their plight
progressive.
Many folk do the best that they can, which is all that one
can do,
And although it may be less than you, such you shouldn't
misconstrue,
For any wrongful expectations will just fuel their daily pain,
And even cause their steps to falter, or remaining hope to
drain.
Although you may not understand, you can still show them that
you care,
Via an arm around their shoulder, so that they’ll feel your
presence near.
And sometimes it’s not words they're wanting, but love expressed
in motion,
Which often does these folk far more good, such being the needed
potion.
Genuine love is not selective, and certainly doesn’t feign,
And though frustrated or rejected, its persistence doesn't wane,
Thus, even when the one that it's helping it doesn't understand,
It sets aside its misgivings and just gives them a helping hand.
And remember that the one who’s helped, could have others in
their care,
Thus, through aiding such a one, you may well answer
another's prayer.
Yes, life is really just a circle, and a circle has a way
Of blessing all those who take time to help someone who can’t
repay.
