I am not a brass trumpet
blaring loud and clear
so people will turn and notice me.
I am not the sun shining bright
guiding people’s way through life
showing them the light.
I am not a circus clown
each day hiding behind a mask of grease paint
always looking glad, even if I am not.
I am not a day calendar
living a life of planning ahead
surprises being unethical.
I am not a dolphin
diving through the waves on my belly
cool salty sea breeze in my face.
I am not a winning thoroughbred
living a life of speed and fame
crossing the white line with fierce force.
I am not a prized art piece
hung upon a wall for observation and judgment
hoping I will approve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem