Kaleidoscope People

Yes, they read the eulogy

Recounted all her charms.

She lost her mother young,

Found no comforting arms.

Said fear of death, hung round her,

She softly moved along.

Some remember kindness,

While others love gone wrong.

Kaleidoscope we people

Shards of glass of every hue.

Features some distorted,

Masked by depressive blue.

The views are all so different,

Could our subject be the same?

Darkness of our lenses

Must play upon this game.

Teacher, artist, devil, saint,

Which one of these is true?

The one who does the looking,

And experiences you.

Photo: Jana Dearden (from vintage Mystoscope)