what mine mirror tells me
well, that does not sit well with me
for you see
I am not one to split hairs
nor foolishly put on elaborate airs
if I'm not perceived to be
just exactly what I am
which is simply ME
as one in many stares
I say under my breath
who the hell cares
Not I said the practical poet who's penning this piece
my outside is just a tarnished shell
inside I'm not obese
poetry is more than a simple hobby
its a wonderful feeling of release
and I know as it forms and flows in my mind
my image of my personal worth too will begin
to strengthen and increase.................
(written Feb 25,1992 am)