No one wants to be a type
And yet we all are.
Well, maybe he wants
Rock star fame or she, a physicist’s
Noble prize or a mother’s
Lovely life
But typed, no.
Unique though we be—
We simply fall into groups
Of folks with similarities.
But some do rise—
Take Steinbeck, for instance or
Gates and Jobs, or
Mother Teresa,
John Wayne,
Picabo Street
What types they created!
Oh, there’s no type for you?
Ha!
Imagine that.
The type without a name—
The “broke the mold” type
One of a million.
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