With Some

People who do disappoint me too seem disappointed with me
Perhaps 'tis our way of thinking we look at life differently
We have much different interests little in common we share
You show some people a rabbit they will tell you 'tis a hare.

With myself I feel disappointed for my years little to show
Just one more average poetaster success I never will know
But in the end it does not matter we live and we die then no more
None have yet come back to tell us of life beyond this Earthly shore.

With some I feel disappointed and vice versa one might say
People to my life come and go with many it is that way
And to many I am no different with some I can't see eye to eye
And those who will tell to you differently a fact are willing to deny.

With some I do feel disappointed and of me they feel much the same
Call that having nothing in common for want of a better name
To those of similar interests we always seem to gravitate
And one who to you is quite different will never become your mate.