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Song of Myself, part 1
by Richard VinceMy strengths are not my strengths;
All I am assumed to be
Is assumed, and all that I
Appear to be are appearances.
There is always someone better
At being me than I am.
These words are just words, and
I must accept that; let my
Mediocrity be a part of me,
Be the essence of who I am.
She reads and listens, listens and reads.
My mind is too small to
Divide in two like that
And still function; I have given
The better part of myself
To idle pursuits and procrastination.
As I walk on, she looks and then
Looks pointedly away. She knows.
02/24/2016 Author's Note: Title borrowed from, but content only very loosely inspired by, Walt Whitman. (Mine has far fewer parts than his.)
Posted on 04/05/2016
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/16 at 12:30 AM Well at least you tried it. As hard as it is to write about ones self I have tried but have never been satisfied. So I have a third of a poem with a note that says try again after a long time!! But still nice write!! |
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