Inside Out
On the outside looking in,
I am far from slim.
On the inside looking out,
I am far from stout.
When others look at me,
gray hair is all they see.
I prefer to call it silver.
At work they say I'm calm.
Inside I'm all a quiver.
Some say I am mad.
As mad as a hatter.
I do it for just for fun,
to keep up the chatter.
Some think my morals
are somewhat lax.
I'm a good girl really,
and that's a fact.
Never judge a book
by it's tattered cover.
I'm going to end up
just like my mother.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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