My Life...

A hundred thousand people,

Through my life have marched.

Some assuaged my thirst,

And some left me parched.

All have left their mark,

On my soul, in some strange way,

Some by their actions,

Others by what they say.

The ones I felt drawn to,

Those who meant the most,

Have always been the humble ones,

Not given to ever boast.

Some have told me lies,

And hurt me, or made me mad.

But all in all, the goodness,

Far outweighs the bad.

Those who share my joy

At dancing in the rain,

Are the ones who are always

Welcome to come back again.