The summer day was full of sounds,
A mower and some playing kids —
As through the park I walked along
And wondered why I always felt apart —

But all of us, in different ways,
Learn expertise unique, our own —
Rejection is my area:
How in the midst to never be a part —

There’s destiny in summer days,
Days full of sun and sounds of joy,
For those who see the path laid out
To where they’ll be from where they’ve been
And have no knack for ever

Joining in