Jim Yerman Poems
A Crooked Old Tree
There was once an ancient Chinese philosopher sitting under a crooked old tree
Who spoke on the subject of judging others, and how we need to think differently.
“When this tree was younger, ” he said, “it caused many people to gape
It was covered with bulges and its trunk and branches were contorted way out of shape.
Master carpenters, the ones who use wood in the ships and the homes they create
Were not looking for wood that was twisted, they needed their wood to be straight.
When they looked at the gnarly and misshapen branches displayed in this crooked old ...
When I look into the mirror I’m appalled at what I see
I do not recognize that person who is looking back at me.
I know I’m better looking, you can be assured of that.
I wonder, then, who this is, who I am looking at?
I know I look much younger and I certainly have more hair
So I can’t possibly be that person looking at me over there.