When We'Re Most Ourselves
A breeze of freedom blows
on our heart's hue and tone
in how we stretch and yawn
and lounge lazily on our lawn,
when we know that we're alone,
and when we're most on our own;
not in how we behave with others,
nor in our roles in life's theaters
fully aware we're being watched,
conscious of how we might appear
with our wrinkles and all our warts!
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