Birthday Suits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Birthday Suits
Certain raiments of interior life are frilly, lacey
and soft to the touch of feelings.
Gently wearing costumes of reality on beings of
tantamount gentility.
Walking down-trodden roads of availability, we
search constantly for attire befitting or our places
in life.
Yet, never realize we will always be out of sorts
unless we are happy with our own birthday suits.
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