This is a poem I wrote while pondering the way people as a whole think that a meaningful experience to them will OF COURSE be a meaningful experience to someone else. This is not always the case. Each person has their own individual problems, solutions, and triggers. What works for one may not cause a stir in another. We, as humans, like to live in our own mind and pretend that we see things from everyone else's perspective. If it was that easy, we would have a lot fewer wars.

1. I walked past an Earthworm, and sat to chat. I said to the worm, 'I envy you Little
Brother. We both live, we both eat, we both grow, and we will both die. Unlike
you though, I must make my life worth something. I must live by standards set by
those before me. You, my minuscule friend, live at your own leisure. You live and
die, never being the wiser. Live well and long, friend, and pity me.” And with that
said I left the Earthworm. I never saw him again after our chat, but I would like to
think he ate more dirt and continued on.
I continued my walk and came across a homeless man, a bum if you will, on the
side of the road. I decided to sit beside him and talk for a spell. I asked him how
he got to such a deplorable state, and he answered in the most polite growl I have
yet to hear. Through his guttural slurs and grunts I pieced together the story of a
great man fallen low. He was once a young mechanic who fell deeply in love with
a local girl. To spare you the details she broke his heart and left him in the cold.
From that point on drinking just seemed like the right thing to do. To close his
story he leaned forward and let out a long, alcohol induced vomit into the street.
From the pieces of floating cheeseburger I saw his lifelong struggle, and knew
what I must do. I dropped a hundred dollars in his cup and pointed him in the
direction of the Earthworm. I knew if he saw what I saw he would be saved. I
walked away feeling proud that I had helped the poor man. I heard later on that
someone died in a park close by that street from alcohol poisoning. It feels good
to know I helped that poor man avoid such a terrible fate.