Introverts
While the extroverts clamor for fame on the run,
It is often we silent ones getting things done.
Although public attention we tend to evade,
We are regular people--just diff'rently made.
We the feelings and failings of everyone share,
But withdraw when exposed to society's glare.
Situations we measure before we proceed
And we solitude treasure, but friendship still need.
We were born with a reticence some think is rude,
And we're sometimes excluded because we're subdued.
Many wrongly conclude that if quiet, one's dumb;
But we introverts march to a mellower drum.
Although some of us bolder would be if we could,
By and large, we're content and consider life good.
We observe, without envy, our peers who are loud,
And existence enjoy while apart from the crowd.
Copyright © Richard Thomas | Year Posted 2019
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