What do you see?

What do you see when you see me?

An object of fun? or of inspiration

A child of love or desperation?

Do you see me at all

Or pretend not to see me fall?

We are all different not peas in a pod

All measured by the same rod

I have challenges, well so do you.

Are you the best at all you do?

Are you so perfect? So beautiful or smart

Or do you just contain a tiny heart?

For the way you see me is a mirror of your soul

In life what is your ultimate goal?

To seed hatred? Lack of compassion

Because that is the fashion?

I will be here at the finish line

and peace and accomplishment will be mine.

Careful who you poke

For you my friend might be the joke.

handicapped children at race