The Me, That Others See

The Me, That Others See

I ‘d thought I’d live my life of dreams;
but, I cannot be, who I want to be;
for no life is ever, all that it seems;
I must be the me, who others see;

Thoughts of myself are not circumspect;
self image is guided by pride;
most opinions of others; I quickly reject;
when our views don’t coincide.

In my heart; I’m nearly ten feet tall;
bearing nerves of steel;
in others’ thoughts; I’m not tall at all;
and have virtually no appeal.

If I could see myself, through others eyes;
I wouldn’t believe what I see;
my expression; be one of total surprise;
thinking that old man was me.

My mind still remains young at heart;
tho my body is showing its age;
my body received new parts; a’ la carte;
and thoughts still try to engage.

But I can no longer escape the truth;
stumbling over nouns and verbs;
my gait and my speech offer proof;
the “me” has dissolved into words.

I ‘d thought I’d live my life of dreams;
but, I cannot be, who I want to be;
for no life is ever, all that it seems;
I’m now the me, that others see;

Monty 9.28.25. # 2,992