The kinda people

Some people are extremely wise,
Few are capable of uttering clever lies.
There are some with a specific skill,
A special talent, if you will;
Others are just kinda nice.

Some people never stay mute,
Few avoid all dispute.
There are a few with a lovely face,
A special charm, a certain grace;
Others are just kinda cute.

Some people love with all their heart,
Few never stop once they start.
Some have an IQ of a genius,
A whiz kid about to turn devious,
Others are just kinds smart.

Some people are very neat
A few are impossible to beat.
There are some who can cause little harm,
Kindness is their only charm,
Others are just kinda sweet.

The kinda people always say,
'Extreme is not for us, okay?'
We can't be absolutes, try as we might,
Our world is not merely black and white;
We take pride in being shades of grey.

We are a bit of everything, don't you see?
Kind, nice and smart to a certain degree
So what if we don't have a single trait in abundance,
We have it all at once,
That's as great as it could be.'

To fulfill their dreams, they won't drop
everything else in a blink.
But that doesn't mean they'll let them sink;
They're hardly mediocre, even if they're not a hit,
Oh and come to think of it,
This poem is kinda good , don't you think?