The Body
Interesting to think
that these bodies,
preened and sculpted, thin and thick, rigid and soft,
are but skin and bone of different sizes and face;
A body in the end after all is done
will easily become wrinkled and loose, frail and fractured, old and pale
but still only skin and bone,
and finally of no remaining substance.
All mind and thought, physique and beauty, grace and eloquence,
only shells that once held life
now, becoming nothing but dust,
releasing at last, the soul.
I have come to know for me
the importance of what lies within,
often unseen and unrevealed to man.
My shell of a body, I am sure
was chosen by someone else
for surely, I would have chosen better,
a tall, slender more appealing container than this;
but alas,
this is the one i have for now,
satisfactorily used and tapered
despite the appearence of my father's face and shape.
My mediocre looks are at the very least,
complemented by my personality, not quite shy
but not overly outspoken
just enough of me for all to know my self confidence.
Independence and self determination and this body
have gotten me through the years despite myself,
I am satisfied and content with that with time
I have and am true to myself, my friends, my beliefs.
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