Blank Slates

We're not one...we're everyone

Social creatures, blank slates

The sum total of each and everyone

We’ve been exposed to has left some trace

No matter great, fleeting or miniscule

The slate gets erased but remnants remain

To shape e’er so slightly

The impressionable brain

And season it e’er so lightly

Each kindness done

Each gentle touch

Leaves it’s mark

Be it little…or much

We should think twice before judging

The ones we think flawed

They’re the sum of the writing

That appears on the wall

They’re the product of happenstance

Victims of Fate

Tomes written by others

‘Pon minds open state

 And they are who they are

Not by choice

but by words written at random

…Upon blank, empty slate…

6 stanzas-24 lines

Author's Note

Would this be "blank verse?"