Sunday, March 25, 2012

A REFLECTION

When I look into my mirror,
I am forced to realize
That, in any beauty contest,
I would never win a prize.

My face is not my fortune,
If it were, I'd be in Dutch,
For my financial statement,
It would not amount to much.

I suppose I could be bitter
That I'm not a handsome blade,
And my mug is not real pretty--
But I wouldn't care to trade,

For when I start comparing it
With others, down the line,
I don't see many, really,
That I'd rather have than mine!

My face, no, I don't mind it,
That's why I smile a lot;
I try to treat it kindly--
It's the only one I've got!

--Square Marbles (1978)

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