Natural Curiosity

Natural Curiosity 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.