The Lady Bug

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    The Lady Bug

    Trapped inside a world you see,
    Created out of need, you see,
    I did not like the man in me,
    I was what you need to see

    My perfect little bubble,
    Protects me from the rubble,
    Of pieces from my shovel,
    Falling back on me

    Lead by life without a sound,
    Fancy failures inward bound,
    Simple measures never found,
    What is wrong with me?

    Living with a stranger,
    Deserving all the danger,
    Diminishing the grandeur,
    Of whom I feel is me

    My diligence never wanes,
    Of looking through the window panes,
    That neatly frame the insane,
    Version that is me

    It wasn't 'til I looked inside,
    There was nowhere left to hide,
    I saw me with a clearer mind,
    Hello me, meet me

    Cleaning out the past at last,
    Removing excess baggage fast,
    Worried that it may not last,
    I have to think of me

    Now that there is hope in store,
    I can open up the door,
    And see a life I can't ignore
    Of where I want to be

    Do you see the ladybug,
    Crawling on the oval rug?
    Give a very gentle tug,
    Fly now, you are free!

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    KeithParsons’s Poems (12)

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    A Beautiful Love 0
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