Who Am I? By CpSingleton ©2014
For some the test is never seen;
Happily blind to wander free.
Life for them a simpler tune.
Oh, to be that worker bee!
Life no less harder to their eyes,
Yet, a resigned shrug leads their way.
No anger or frustration’s lead
Highlight any words they say.
Others outweigh themselves,
Their grief measured by the glass.
Nothing good can come of this:
Just distended organs and bad gas.
Life for them is cruel and cold,
A bitter herb upon their tongue.
Their expression the ever grimace;
A city nose to country dung.
Then there’s them who recognise
That life does like a twisted joke.
Like cracking open the last egg
To find it devoid of creamy yoke.
No resigned shrug nor anger borne,
For them another lesson ticked.
They understand that life’s a joker
Giggling at yet another tricked.
Where then does my…
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