The Part That Will Never Quite Die Poem by Patti Masterman

My face is the sign-board of me,
And you only see what you see:
Knock on my door, if you want to know more-
Large samples are given for free.

My voice is the call-sign you hear,
Whenever I'm talking, and near:
What I say doesn't matter, it's really more clatter-
Just re-read my face, to be clear.

My presence is what never lies,
Though you may hear laughter or sighs:
It's the being that's me, and has to be free-
The part that will never quite die.