Phyllis Diller Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A bright moon is looking down on me, I don't know why,
there's nothing to see!

Just sitting here thinking of Phyllis Diller and child
hood dreams of glamour.

Always, I have thought of her with courage abounding,
flowing out to others - knowing.

Phyllis comes across so put-together, that envy slowly
ebbs in me.

Always lacking the courage to be - freeing self, from
a shyness of myself.

There is great worth in me I know, but I can only see
it in Phyllis Diller and recognize it within herself -
not me.

Yet, I know it is there - the greatness of me - if I
could only show it off like her!

Then everyone would know it and I too could claim myself
and give me fame like hers.