An Untitled Truth

By Andrew R. Duckworth

The world wasn’t built for me-
Allow me to repeat myself-
The world wasn’t built for me.
I’m a man of tradition, of
Perspective, that I can’t ignore,
And so are many others, of other
Traditions, of other perspectives
And most of them compete, don’t
Fit comfortably in the same box.
But I maintain a truth that they
Must exist in the same box with
Room enough left over! My
Traditions and perspectives- both
True! Otherwise, trash collection
Comes on Friday. But my tradition
Is not your tradition, yours not
Mine, and I’m called to understand
That the world wasn’t built for me
But for us and that the same love
Extended to me is extended to you
And that if I do not carry love
With me I might as well join the
Trash for Friday collection. So,
I will stand by my tradition, by
My perspective, but I will value
You dear friend like a brother at
The Thanksgiving table- bickering
Back and forth for a while, but
Giving a warm embrace at dessert.
The world wasn’t built for me.
The world was built for us.