City Folks and Country Folks

Sitting on the curb drinking my can of soda, I observed. City folks and country folks think they are so different. They are really not. We all gas our cars, buy our groceries, feed our children, and cook our dinners. There are jealous men, and; women who stray from the path of rightousness. Hidden from view, the low branches obscure my prying eyes and ears. I hear a voice. It is a man, he curses loudly into his cell phone. This is the sound of a mistreated man. He advises his conversant that the back of his front will be HIS if he catches him with HER! These things happen in bustling cities and quiet country towns. The sound of jealousy and rage have all the same resonance and resolve. The car's engine reves reflecting his anger. I can see by the plastic covering the passenger window that life is not easy for him, and his voice leaves an impression on my mind. Country or city, life is not always kind.