Myra Jefferson

Rookie (April 29,1953 / Detroit, Michigan)

Inside Out - Poem by Myra Jefferson

Inside out, outside in, the end is where you must begin
The found are lost, the brave don't know
The cowards show the way to go
The rich are poor, the poor have wealth
The living are sick, the poor have health
The winners lose, the condemned have dreams
Nothing is really as it seems

The small are great, the great are weak
The deaf can hear, the mute do speak
The students teach, the blind can see
Friends conflict, enemies agree
Less is more, most is none
The father's mentored by the son
Prepare to lose and you will win
For when you're out, you're really in

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  • (5/18/2006 8:20:00 PM)

    I like this... and sometimes, this is just how it seems (or is) ! Good write, Myra. : ] (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 17, 2006

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