Some may be weak and some may be strong

But it is for neither to look down upon

Those belonging to the other class

Because in the end we’ll know at last

The quality of all men, and how we are the same

From bones to dust, we return to our grave

A dark thought indeed but if you look at it right

Your innermost self might just see the light

The beauty of difference, of change, and of needs

And how at heart we’re all the same it seems

We need love, food, warmth and a bed

Alas that’s not all we want, at least not in our head

We have delusions of grandeur and of being the best

When true happiness lies in caring for the rest

Helping all humans whether they’re strong or weak

The betterment of all is what we should seek