Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Real Face That's Me (Fun Poem 26)


Behind each poem, that I write
hides a different face of me.
One of love and caring,
one sadness and sorrow,
one of frustration and pain,
and one of future sight and wisdom.
Now which one will I be?
Come to think of it,
which one is the real me?
Now that I am confused,
I cannot even remember my name,
let alone who I am.
Is my name Dodgy, Danny Boy, Walter M., or is it David.
Maybe they are all the same person that I am.
You can take your choice;
see if you can find the real face that’s me.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011

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