Be True To Yourself
I heard the rap, rap, rapping at my chamber door
At first I thought it was that pesky raven and his words of ‘Never More’
But I didn’t want to be disturbed
So I ignored the rapping upon my chamber door
I could sense the anger as the rapping got louder
But I wouldn’t budge, not even an inch
As I sat down to eat some clam chowder
I thought I could use my ear plugs in a pinch
The rapping became softer upon my chamber door
I felt like I was punishing a child for something it didn’t do
The feeling started to make me blue
I started towards my chamber door because it seemed like the right thing to do
I opened the door
The one to my heart
My reflection was staring back at me and saying
‘Welcome home, you have been greatly missed’
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