Who am I Indeed
I hear you ask
the King I shall remain
until you guess my name
I could be Heather
I could be Val
I could be bobby
I could be dave
I could even be unwritten soul
My head will get even bigger
until you guess
I'll never tire of telling
how fantastic I am
I'm the best
better than all the rest
so the sooner you guess
we can put the king to bed
I could be Heather WHAT FANTASTIC WRITE I could be Val I could be bobby I could be dave AND I COULD BE KING BIG HEAD. I could even be unwritten soul
Interesting.....! ! .... You king of fools kingdom....! ! Only recently I have located you....I will be reading your poems again to see if you are fit to wear that king's mantle and hold the sceptre and crown!
How many Kings in a bed? How many crowns on a head? How many pirates on the sea? How many alias's are we?
I`m not telling.... My whole life seems to be a guessing game! ! . Long live the King.
Well, it's not me folks so you can strike me off your list - wish I'd thought of it though. Good move King, whoever you are! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll never tire of telling how fantastic I am Reminds me of Ali, stand tall. We are more than a name, we are onion skins, layer upon layer upon layer, the meaning of all the lives experiences we have lived.