A Poet's Dilemma
We are so much more than our
past mistakes
Our lost dreams and missed
opportunities
Yet we secretly perform self
evaluating double takes
With no quarter given for
redemption or immunity.
We hold ourselves to higher
standards than strangers
See someone else when we
look in the mirror
Live in constant fear of the old
nagging danger
That somehow we never seem
to deliver
The perfect response
wear the right suit of clothes
Who am I what am I
Sometimes God only knows
Mistaken, misshapen by GQ
and Vogue
Controlled by what others may
think
Can't stir up the courage to go
it alone
So we teeter on our own egos
brink
We say yes to parties we will
not attend
Or say I'm busy, can't make it,
don't mean to offend.
Then second guess our
decisions again and again
Before we return to our true
friend the pen.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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