No Idea Until
I am nobody special but I am kind.
I am nobody you would notice
But the first to offer to help
You might remember my name for a second
Or give me a quick hug
But tomorrow I am invisible again
I am cellophane,
Like the window
People see through me
Not realizing I am there
I had no idea what a nobody I would be
When I turned fifty and became invisible.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment