by Glen Martin Fitch
So who are you?
You greet or just retreat?
You trust your eyes
or trust your gut much more?
Respect your heart or brain?
Do they compete?
You leave the cupboard open?
Close the door?
What lessons did you learn
from leers and jeers.
Born first or last?
Were you an only child?
You feared your skin
was darker than your peers?
Too short?
Too tall?
Too fat?
Too thin?
Too wild?
I'll never know your life,
the tears you've shed,
your trials, triumphs, joys,
your secret shame.
But I have cried and laughed.
When pricked I bled.
On this I dare
to offer you my name.
Though no one lets a stranger
come too near
Each foe's a friend
whose tale you’ve yet to hear.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 30, 2011