TO NOT KNOW WHAT ONE IS AND SHOULD BE
To not know what one is and should be
Is ridiculous at the age of seventy-
To play games with one's own identity
Is a sport for those much younger-
Nonetheless I in my endless I-I-I ing
Play on,
Less serving You
Than I once dreamed,
And still obsessed as I was supposed to learn not to be
By my own name
Vanity of vanity says the preacher
And I in my case
In spades.
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