Paul Butters Poem by Paul Butters

I stand aside
Within my head
To look upon my image
Of myself.

At five foot nine,
I’m average height.
Brown hair cum black,
Now greyed,
With bushy eyebrows.

To me,
A regular sort of bloke.
To others something of
A nerd:
A trekkie dreaming
With random talent.

To some, a table tennis journeyman;
A joker
With a wicked laugh,
That carries far and wide.
Yet who am I to write all this?
My view
Is all distorted
By God knows what;
From critics oft unfair
And off the mark.

All warped by Life
In all its varied hues,
From glowing reds
To deepest blues.

A rhyme at last,
I hear them say.
Who cares?
For now,
I’m on my way.

(W) and (C) P.B. (or Skryboss if you prefer) ,
Yorkshire, Saturday 1\8\2009 at 23.40.