A Highly Sensitive Nature
How hilarious is being born
with a highly sensitive nature;
this is unmanly and very rare
for someone seldom forlorn.
If transformation took place on a public stage,
I would be an enraged marionette
attached to strings that a puppeteer
would pull them up and make me act;
and sadder than a tearful boy without
a toy: I'll kick my performance into fast gear!
Would I be a tiny Pinocchio made of wood and nails?
I hate to lie, skip school and be another rascal;
Charlamane the Lion fits me better by all means:
Bill Baiter is quite funny, his jokes can crack a wall!
How silly is to assume that no great stature
is found in those with a highly sensitive nature;
hiding emotions and feelings and not burst out
into hard laughter with friends is missing out a lot!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2018
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