Do you wonder about the me on my inside
As you gaze at the me on my outside,
A counterpoint to those around us?
What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my
Wrinkled brow and silvering hair that I turn
Out not to meet…or fulfill to every degree?
Do I surprise you, amuse you, even amaze you,
Or am I perplexing, dismaying, disappointing, an
Enigma to be observed, but never admitted into your life?
What affronts do I cause you when your youthful
World collides with mine and I do not seem
To keep my proper station or decorum of maturity?
Do you speculate on what my eyes see, as
I look back at you, sometimes with affection,
Sometimes despair, perplexity or amused delight?
What understanding and insight do you have of the
Me inside that sees as you see, forgetful of
Myself and all my foibles and marvellous imaginings?
Do you imagine how I might feel and what
I might think when I look back at you, myself
Wondering the same about you?
Mutatis mutandis, I think and speculate as above,
And wonder whether we do live in different
Worlds, or are we really just the same.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2015
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