After all is Said and Done...

We all paint pictures with our words,
     some of us use our hands,
pointing and reaching in the air,
     as if to grasp the image
nestled softly there...

For others the story is in their eyes
     reflecting emotions
no one can hide
     For what are you
after all is said and done
     but what you feel inside?

Though we may justify and rationalize
     don't we already know the difference
between right and wrong,
     what row that duck belongs,
understand the good from harm?
     Know what is the truth
and what is sickly sweet charm?

We all sing, sometimes sharing a tune
     Harmony or cacophony
is just a matter of listening
     Heard the interruption is s form of contempt
and wondering where your manners went
     If all you voice is discontent
sing that sad tale elsewhere...

We all act, but better to behave
     We can be our own masters
though surely we are all slaves
     to various addictions and contradictions of ourselves
We are always becoming something
      so it's best to be prepared
for the moment, if you see it
     for the moment if it's there
A change in life, a change in season
     or simply because it's there