Life is ….

I am

Equal yet different

You are


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