Unique

I cannot name one person

Who would eat the foods I eat,

Plus follow the routines I do

To make my day complete.

 

The same way I would not enjoy,

Of all my kith and kin,

Their daily meals and hobbies,

Living in their minds and skin.

 

For even those close confidants

To whom we often speak

Would balk at certain habits;

That’s what makes us each unique.

 

If we could spend a day or two

With one friend at a time

And do exactly what they do

(Including writing rhyme)…

 

We’d understand a little more

Or get a better sense

Of what their lives are like by seeing

All the evidence.

 

But maybe we are better off

Allowing the mystique

Of others’ worlds to stay unknown,

Preventing a critique.