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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 10, 2006 3:00:49 GMT -5
WHO AM I?
My question to you elders, A simple inquiry my dear folks. Test your mighty knowledge, our wise If I ask this, will you answer me? Save me the wonder, talk out your minds, Who am I?
My question to you everyone, Right or wrong, just say something, For it could be what I'm searching for. Together we could discover knowledge, My question friends, Who am I?
Daddy calls me "son", Mommy prefers "my child", Others call me "the gentleman", And those in the know refer to my corporate title, So who am I?
When I act, Mommy thinks it's risky, I need time. Daddy is quietly disappointed I'm taking long to mature. When he was my age , he was stronger, Pals overwhelm me with applause, And I am left wondering, Who am I?
Was it a mistake God made me? Or am I Mommy's wild child? Am I not me, but someone you know? Mommy , might God have forgotten something? And Daddy, just try accepting I am me, Friends, stop this flattery, tell me what is real, Because I need to be me.
I have heard all of you, Quite wanting are your views of me, In your knowledge there is folly, But I know this one thing, If it's about me, Ask Him who knew me before time, The one who saw my unformed body, and you can know who I really am.
JUSTINE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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