God Made Us All Equal
When I get cut-off on the highway,
I try my very best to understand.
That old boy may have had a rough day.
After all, he's just a common man.
And when I'm standing in the check-out line,
And the sign reads: "Ten items, please,"
This gal's got her basket filled up to the top,
And she's standing there shooting the breeze.
Well, it's been said: "God made us all equal."
But sometimes I wonder if that's true.
If God really made us all equal,
Then equal must equal very few.
Now, it is just my imagination,
Or is everyone just like you and me?
We're all going around in circles,
Trying to keep some sanity.
Ron Larson is a retired community college professor (Ph.D.) and has had both fiction and non-fiction published in various journals over the years. He has been writing poetry for the last two years. His poems have been accepted by such diverse magazines as The American Dissident, Big Pulp, and WestWard Quarterly.