Me Me and More Me
I am a little concerned about my poetry,
Does it make me a narcissist
When I wax lyrical, it is about me.
I write what I think,
I write what I say,
I write about MY Life
And how was My Day
I write about My Family
I write about My Friends
Mine Me I, it never ends.
My thoughts, Opinions, My point of view.
My ills and ailments get a good airing too.
My cares and worries are all there to see,
Is this the reason I write poetry?
Narcissism screams from every page
Does this overused word get worse with age?
I sincerely hope not, as I am as ancient as can be.
Am I a Narcissist? No, not ME!!
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2022
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