Who am I? Can you guess?
From your perspective
I ‘m sure I look a mess!
But don’t be fooled by how I look
Covers do not always…
Speak clearly of what’s in a book!
I may be a chosen messenger here in disguise
Sent to help mankind…
Become more open minded in order to realise
That the visual images you all daily behold
Are not always clear…
There’s usually much more to be told!
You think I’m destitute homeless and poor
But look to my clothes…
They’ll show you that I am much more
I wear a watch and tie with great pride
There’s a gem on my finger…
There’s nothing of me I choose to hide
Maybe I choose to live freely on the street
Ignoring human conditioned minds
And eyes that avoid me when we meet
Nowhere and everywhere are now my palatial home
And I am totally free…
And in my freedom I wander and roam
I judge no-one or envy any other
As I walk through life…
I see everyone as sister and brother!
