Being Invisible
Being invisible
Takes a special skill.
To avoid all the crowds
And be there still.
Momma says, " Stand tall!
Don't hide against the wall.
No one will see you,
Or hear you at all."
She doesn't realize that's what I do.
Being invisible is the same as the flue.
Everyone avoids you
Like a stinky shoe.
With any kind of luck
I won't have to join in.
Just step back
And fade within.
With any kind of luck
The party will end!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2024
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