Cut from the same cloth you and I are,
Despite some elements of chalk and cheese,
We meet at the same seam.
The pattern sometimes doesn’t quite line up,
But the stitches reach out their threads to connect.
I sometimes wonder at the patterns you present,
And am often puzzled that, when I thought you were floral,
you demonstrate a different skin,
Sometimes I don’t know where to begin.
I see what is without,
But can’t, at times, see what is within.
We’re cut from the same cloth you and I,
But sometimes insist that we are parts of different garments,
Yet sometimes a beautifully lined jacket we make.
Different as chalk and cheese you and I.
But, like those elements, we’re intertwined forever in the same sentence
and secured at the seam