Copycats Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Sometimes we need to be ourselves
Like when we need forgiveness
Do we validate ourselves by writing good?
What’s good? Impressing, being witty?
I think it is being broken and real
Self-image of a dying soldier
Someone praying with final words
How would you say goodbye to your mother?
Would you rhyme and use big words?
Can we be intelligent yet not pompous?
Can we be artistic yet full of charity?
It is so easy to call taking giving
To use the crowd as a mirror
To use style and form for soul
Copycats are hollow as a tollbooth