How Would

How would it feel to be tall? To be rich? To be bedridden, hungry or poor? How would I cope with a limp or a twitch Or a wheelchair to get out the door? How would I live with no water or heat Or with servants to tend to my needs? How would I thrive with no friends I could greet Or my talents thought worthless as weeds? How would it be to be not who I know As myself all the way to the core? There’s no way to tell but I hope, even so, I’d be me still – no less and no more.