I KNOW THAT I KNOW ABOUT EVERYONE- NOT

 

My name is Sebastian, I've a story to tell.
I see lots of things in the town where I dwell.
I walk all around, I observe what folks do.
At times I learn something I know is brand new.

The people I see sometimes seem rather odd.
While others appear in their "normal" facade.
I've come to conclusions about those I see.
What's inside their hearts is what matters to me.

While people might seem quite bizarre at first sight,
By chance deep inside they have thoughts that are right.
It also could be that the ones who seem strange.
Are feeling bad vibes in some "wickedly" range.

 

And others, conventional ,their need, go along,
With all modern trends but have thoughts that are wrong.
Or, some of these people in all that they do,
May have in their minds some good thoughts through and through.

YOU CAN'T ALWAYS JUDGE, by the way people talk,
The way that they look, what they do, how they walk.
As I amble about I am thinking a lot,
I'VE REALIZED I KNOW ABOUT EVERYONE- NOT.

Now here are some people I've seen
on my strolls,
I see what they do, but can't see in their souls.

I hope that by now you are ready to bear---
A change in poem rhythm ...... a whole other gear.

(notice that this is not easy to do!!)

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I saw a woman trot through town, attired in her wedding gown,
She had a dog who wore a tie and suit.
I saw she balanced on her head, a sumptuous crusty loaf of bread,
She wore a rainbow on each dotted boot.

I saw a woman walk through town, she wore a dress of reddish brown,
She had a dog whose leash was navy blue.
I saw she had upon her head, a lovely hat, parts
colored red,
Her polished shoes looked shiny, almost new.

From what I've seen, I can not tell, can't know these people very well.....

I do not know the thoughts they have in mind.........

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I met a lady on a farm who wore pink glasses on each arm,
Her cow lived in her house and not the barn.
I saw she balanced on her toes, some daisies and a yellow rose,
And on her head, a bag of purple yarn.

I met a lady on a farm who wore a bracelet with a charm,
Her cow lived in the barn with corn and hay.
I saw her carry in each hand, some jam prserves that she had canned,
And on her head a cap bought yeserday.

From what I've seen, I can not tell, can't know these people very well.....

I do not know the thoughts they have in mind.........

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A child walked along a road, upon his shoulder sat a toad.
His polka-dotted cat walked by his side.
I saw he carried on his back, a baby's stroller colored black,
Around his knees were baskets tightly tied

A child walked along a road, his cotton shirt was neatly sewed,
His bright eyed cat was walking by his side.
I saw he carried on his back, some leafy things inside a sack,
Around his neck a kerchief neatly tied.

From what I've seen, I can not tell, can't know these people very well.....

I do not know the thoughts they have in mind.........

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I spied a boy upon a hill, atop the roof of Mercy's Mill,
He had a pet , a muskrat painted red.
I saw he held a ping pong ball, which suddenly, he let to fall,
It nearly landed on a moose's head.

I spied a boy walk up the hill, he took a sack to Mercy's Mill,
His pet walked with him, closely near his feet.
I saw he held a jar of drink, some water from his kitchen sink,
Some crackers and some yellow cheese to eat.

From what I've seen, I can not tell, can't know these people very well.....

I do not know the thoughts they have in mind.........

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A fellow traveling on his way, one early sunny summer's day,
Had stopped his truck, not far, in front of me.
He stepped outside to look around, from right to left, from sky to ground,
Then drove five times around a nearby tree.

A fellow traveling on his way, one early snowy winter's day,
He drove his truck as slowly as could be.
He moved his car just one more mile, then stopped to rest a little while.
Then once again he drove most carefully.

From what I've seen, I can not tell, can't know these people very well.....

I do not know the thoughts they have in mind.........
I can not tell who's who from who; I really need a clue or two,
The inner workings deep in humankind.

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I THINK I'VE TOLD YOU QUITE ENOUGH, ABOUT THESE STORIES KIND OF STUFF,
I'M ALMOST FINISHED AS YOU SOON SHALL HEAR.
AND WHILE I MAKE A RHYTHM CHANGE (You'll need a mind-set rearrange),
I HOPE THE POINT I'M MAKING WILL BE CLEAR.