I am not what I seem…
though I seem to be normal
each one of us trying so hard
to be one thing for someone
then different for another
never knowing if truth's a façade?
for whom am I really…?
depends on who's asking
and for what reason they wanted to know?
for I am the son of my father
the brother of my siblings
and father to the children I sewed
I am so many things…
to so many people
though only but a memory in time
of this man , …a poet
forever left wanting
for the truth… that long ago died.