The Question

We knew you’d write a poem, they said And I’d, of course, complied. My rhyming seems to be the way I’m oft identified. We all carve a persona Other people recognize. It’s comforting to know the way We’re seen through others’ eyes. Yet expectations raise the bar And leave us little choice. Our friends and family want to hear That old familiar voice. For me, I’m just as happy Doing that which is expected. If I did otherwise, I think Surprise would be reflected. And yet I wonder what they’d feel If I would write in prose - Relief or disappointment? That’s the question, I suppose.