We are human beings. <br />We are imperfect beings. <br /> <br />We need to aspire <br />to be <br />all that we can be. <br /> <br /> <br />Yet so often <br />partners, friends, <br />colleagues, <br /> <br />chance people <br />we may meet <br />upon a myriad <br />of random streets. <br /> <br />Will may strive <br />to bring us down <br />to a mundane <br />common baser level. <br /> <br /> <br />It is a terrible thing. <br />When the bell of virtue. <br />People will not let us ring. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-beings-8/
