Everyone Can'T Be a Swan
Preoccupied with symmetry
The world considers face
The quest for winsome Venus
A never-ending chase
Obsessed with judging people
By the numbers on a scale
We scrutinize our bodies
To every last detail
Yet what of inner beauty
Is that of no import
As it remains forever
Its passage won’t run short
For me, it is my mind and heart
I will depend upon
For in this world of ducklings
We all can’t be the swan
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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