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Who am I?

by Bobo 

Posted: 01 October 2003
Word Count: 167


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When I look at my body, what do I see?
How can this ageing flesh really be me?
Iím still a small child free of worry and care -
running through fields with the sun in my hair.
I skip and I jump as if floating on air -
my wrinkling self is a long way from there!
When I look at my body, what do I see?
I see someone much older thatís surely not me.

When you judge me how do you rule?
Do you think me a clown, a joker, a fool?
Or am I held in higher esteem -
A Woman of Substance, the girl of your dreams?
When I open my mouth do you know what Iíll say?
Can you predict me without shades of grey?
Am I so clear-cut, so devoid of free will
That all of my efforts cannot break beyond nil?
Do I kid myself that Iím one of a kind?
Is there no uniqueness in me to find?






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Richard Brown at 21:46 on 30 April 2004  Report this post
I identify so strongly with the first verse! I wonder so often; when does 'grown up' begin? The poem flows very well and I enjoyed reading it. The strong feeling I was left with though is that there's another verse lurking somewhere in the ether - some kind of linking thing or even a hint of resolution of some of the questions raised. But, maybe not...maybe it's up to the reader to supply the answers. Anyway, thank you.
Richard.


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