Closet Faces Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Well here I am again today. Who will I be this glory of a day.
There upon the wall of the closet to see. An array of faces
looking at me. Some are famous, others are plain. There is
even one with a stain. Over in the corner, one with pain.
Only to pick one, that will keep me sane.

Am I the same or over that face. The one with golden lace.
It all just seems, all so insane. To look upon the faces, inside
on the closet walls. Only if they could make me one more
inch tall.There the one's with color, a rainbow closet storm.

'THERE'S THE ONE I LIKE', Today, there in the mirror
upon the wall. It is me to a reality surprise. My GOD given
face, that is my real prize.

copyright 2004 POEWHIT
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