By Victoria F. Sanchez

I’m not different, I’m just like you.
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears. Like many I am afraid of dying.
The thoughts of being beneath the dirt
Makes me feel like crying
I may not be rich, but it’s nothing to whine about
How I use the money I have is what counts
So don’t toss me a bone,
My issues are nothing but my own.
I admit, there are be times like life has ended and I may feel lonely and drear
Then something saves me, a temporary home is here.

I’m not so different, I’m just like you
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears, like many I’m afraid of heights
The thought of falling to the ground
Starts to make my heart pound
I am not rich, but I am not poor
I am stable, to pay the bills; I am able.
I have few dollars to spare, don’t need any bone
Take this, now please leave me alone
I admit, I am bored at times with nothing to do but stare at the wall
Left hoping that someone, anyone would call.

I’m not so different, I’m just like you
I take one step at a time; look, one foot, two
I have fears, like many I’m afraid of spiders
8 legs is one too many, those creatures will scare any
I wouldn’t say I’m rich, but I have more money than others
A bone I don’t need, But I will give it to others if needed
Paying if forward, what that boy did
I admit, at times I question who my friends are. Which ones were there from the start.
Which ones will depart?
Unanswered questions left me falling apart.
WE are not so different