She’s a peculiar person

In an ordinary world

She thinks life is meant to be lived

Not days spanned to years

Spent at a desk logging in hours to pay bills

Clubs don’t excite her

Apple martinis don’t percolate her taste buds

She’d rather a hike through the hinterland

Sipping on a green tea spiked with honey

Hooking up with Tom and making out with Harry

Doesn’t tickle her fancy

She’d rather have one to be her only

She doesn’t see people as bodies with souls

She sees eternal souls living in carefully crafted bodies

The world views black, white, Asian, or Italian

But she sees love, faith, patience, and compassion

Money is good to have but a good conscience

is worth more than a thousand pounds of gold

She’d rather solitude with the harmonizing of a hummingbird

Than sitting table side at the Golden Globes

Weird you might call her

Strange you may say

But she likes being crafted from her one of a kind mold

And simply her is how she’ll stay.