Jacques Maurice

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Xviii - Poem by Jacques Maurice

They say it’s selfish to be yourself,
and yet they don’t respect you if you be someone else -
as if a newborn baby doesn’t know how to breath!
I’ll always love you darling, whoever you’ll be.

You came out like a perfect puzzle;
only He could have engineered the scramble.
Now His creation is left for us to handle.
Thanks to His indulgence, it isn’t “I, ” but “we.”

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  • (10/8/2011 2:58:00 PM)

    From what I've read so far, you have an intriguing and humorous style, plus originality, which is rare. Well, that's what I think at least. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 8, 2011

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