Saturday, 3 December 2016

Me and I

Go on, laugh at me. Who cares?
While all the world just scorns and stares,
I turn and shrug my cares away.

    [My bitter tears sustain, inside,
    The crushing pain I try to hide;
    I never shrug my cares away.]

Yet which of me am I?
The laughing face in which I pride,
Or the sobbing heart I try to hide?

    [The bigger fool am I.
    My smile is only fit to hide
    The painful heart in which I pride.]

© 27/06/89