I am
Equal yet different
You are
Unique
It’s impolite to judge another
To judge, you will be judged
Life is that fast-moving train
Or slow
Or sometimes doesn’t move at all
It may be awkward
To see it moving backward
Picking up stragglers on the way
Then you will hear the shriek of brakes
And the grinding sound of wheels coming to a stop
Gears kicking, wheel grinding
The engine revving up to maximum RPM
And with a jerk, the train again moves forward
Faster and faster
Till it arrives at its destination
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