Gazing at the different types of people,
some big some small,
some short some tall.
Not knowing if someone is going thru pure hell
covered by a stern look or impressive smile.
Not knowing if someone who appears to be made of pure gold
is simply made of sterling silver.
All coming from a hard day of work, school, or another activity,
heading to the same destination.
Somewhere we each call home.
I love the fact that this poem set my mind into reality on what happens in our daily lives. People at times do not think about the many different possible feelings people may be feeling without seeing any mean or happy facial appearance. This is a nicely written poem but could you tell me whats meant by "sterling silver"
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