Lighten up

People can be proud
People can be brash
People can be unforgiving
People can clash

But we're all going through
The same basic lives
Things make us laugh
Things make us cry

I don't understand
Why people can't forgive
Mistakes are made in life
So live and help live

If you are wronged
Make them feel right
If they put you in darkness
Just help them see light

People are people
And we all can be wrong
But that doesn't mean
We can't all get along

Poor 11

One's always first
two is a cuddle
three is a crowd
four is a huddle
five is hand
six sides on a di
seven is good luck
eight's two circles high
nine is a six
turned on its head
ten is perfection
or so it is said
But what is eleven
besides two little ones?
when does eleven
get all its fun?
Eleven is nothing
but two straight lines
like two little twins
always combined
Or worse than that,
they're like two silly cousins
(who are frankly a donut
short of a dozen.)