Three sides to every story
Many have told me it's all about "me"
every time I hear that I want to flee
let's talk it over
don't act like a rover
I always like to make it about we.
What can I say to you about "myself"
I feel you put me on a bookshelf
hearing your many words
you speak like a bird
I must always be true to thyself.
Now we have me, myself, and "I"
can you see it through my eye
there are three in one
guess it is all done
asking why I must always try.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2024
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