To Love the Self
To love the self
My neighbour has four small dogs in the night if they hear
a cat they bark to protect their owner warning the unseen
enemy to stay away. The dim dogs know what they are,
for me, it is a struggle to know myself my likes and dislikes
are shifting sand the landscape is never the same I wake up
In the night ask what the hell I am doing here.
I meet people who no longer know me I put it down to
their elderliness as I find my old age impossible to grasp
I like triangles better than squares and are drawn to see
beauty in the odd ugly shapes fascinates me.
I don`t think the world has changed in my lifetime, well
perhaps the computers anything else is only redefined
and made easier to access for me this is easy but of course
Looking at myself in pictures going back forty years, I still fit
the same suit and has been modern and old-fashioned
several times and is still in good condition wish I could say
the same about me my I never really liked what I looked like
and what I think as dreamlike as the Saragossa Sea.
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