Some bring out our best
Some bring out our worst
Friends, foes, all those in between
Some that make us cause a scene

Those that are a blip
Those that last and stay
Even those that remain until our dying day

Then there are those that just make us do
The ones that whirl us on through
All the things so far from where we stood
Weather good or bad never thought we would

They bring us to experience even what we shouldn't
They bring us do even what we couldn't
The make us participate in life's little game
The whirling dervishes must remain


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.