A View in the Mirror
I am the way that I am... and you are only you.
There never has nor never will be any others like us two.
Many things that's we've been told,
They really hardly matter;
They serve to hurt or separate, or lie or slightly flatter.
Useless groups that people join
And dearly pay the price;
Some are only cheaters and some are not quite nice.
Your race or nationality,
Your age or height or gender;
Whether you eat red meat
Or put veggies in a blender...
It doesn't really matter, it's all a silly game;
We're all two-legged animals and rather much the same.
We all behave the way we do for many different reasons;
And that behavior seldom changes,
As constant as the seasons.
Hold a mirror to your face and tell me what you see;
You see yourself, that's all there is.
When I look... I see me.
We can not be what we are not,
Through someone else's eyes;
To view another through our own mirror, is seldom very wise.
I accept who I am and I know that I'm not you;
No more than you can expect to see...
Me, through your own view.
That's why manipulation and fear are often used;
To force someone to be another... serves only to abuse.
"Why must you be so different...
Why can't you be like me?!"
"Because I'm not... I am my self,
And my self is what I shall be!"
The Friendly Giant
Where does the friendly giant hide
In this land of thoughtless pygmies?
Where does Santa land his sleigh
In a land of "gimme, gimme"?
Where does a bee seek nectar
In a land of artificial flowers?
How can one lead a stable life
In a land of shifting hours?
Where can a ray of sunshine fall
In a room where shades are drawn?
Where can a thoughtful person thrive
In a land so filled with brawn?
Where does the artist's eye find beauty
In a land now ugly and bland?
Where does the fish find a stream to swim
In a land of arid sand?
Where does a man find honesty
In a land where nothing is fair?
Where does a tree grow tall and green
In a land of poisoned air?
Where does the pioneer travel
In lands where the borders are closed?
Where does the minstrel sing his songs
in a land where deafness grows?
Where does the craftsman sell his skill
In a land of dubious wares?
Where does the poet write the tender lines
In a land where no one cares?
Where does a child learn to laugh
In a land of frowns and sorrows?
Where does the star man spin his tales
In a land where there's no tomorrow?
Where does the giant hang his head
In despair and utter sadness?
He lives in a land that knows no joy
And has chosen instead, sheer madness.
Diana Hunter McGuerty has been a teacher for over 35 years and a lifetime poet.
Diana's first published poetry book is titled Many Shades of Light: Reflections in Poetry
Diana's poetry book and other poetry can be found at: http://www.michaelmcguerty.com/shop/pagez/9?sessid=ULDtkQ6XugGZ3BWb0oLpnjYM9Wqs5NJlQJ7g6tz1pGerDLTwRe3KYwXSFIVcHkKV&shop_param=
