adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Warts

Warts and all, they say,
warts and all-- that's what
I want you to see.
Not that guy who dons
shining armor each
day to hide himself.
Mine is rusty; I've
cast my shields aside.
Not the dream come true
that will fade in time,
for life is best lived
with eyes opened wide.
We might see tomorrow,
warts and all, can be
truly beautiful.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

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