The Real Me
Undisclosed on the outside,
Pretty on the inside,
Undesirable the cover may be,
Within are concealed treasures,
I may be dormant,
Within I take steps,
Each dawn I take a stride,
Don't strip me of my pride,
Take a walk through my door,
And see the fellow you call poor,
The real me in the works,
Going over the rocks,
Fine machinery I stand,
My output awaits its season.
January 10, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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