some

Some.                          Phill Williams.

Every one is different.
No two are the same.
Some live for a quiet life.
Some desire the fame.

Some are built for comfort.
Some are built for speed.
Some for independence.
Some desire the need.

Some prefer to work the land.
Some prefer a desk.
Some push buttons on a pad.
Some wish to do less.

Some create the misery.
The poor fools have to live with.
Slaves and coal cascading drifts.
Disease they clearly missed.

Is every one so different?
They come both large and small.
In life they look so pleasant.
Till Photoshopped: they crawl.

Some are rich in fortune.
Some are rich in love.
I know which one I would be.
Lucky me, I'm already there.