Cuckoo Clock

I want to be the poem not the poet

The actor not the writer

The Cover page and not the binding 

Not the trainer but the fighter



But that’s not me. Not ever me

I yearn to be the face of my skill

But I am only the shadowed background 

I’m too ugly to fit the bill 



I will never be the recognizable stamp

The art itself in form

I will always be the replaceable craftsman

While my craft is then adorned



Replace me. I am a cog. 

I function as the fashion does mock

I want to be known and loved cherished 

To be the face of this damn cuckoo clock
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Michael Avatar
February 11, 2018 at 2:01 PM
A poem of discovery... We are more than we imagine to be...unless we compare ourselves to some fantasy...I like it...All the best
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