Little left to say
Proverbs 23:12
12 Apply your heart to instruction,
And your ears to words of knowledge.
Do I remember to?
Am I who I think I am or just someone passing by?
How much do I know of self and how much have I hidden?
Do I even remember all the if’s and why’s
that formed me in the past and now I call “good ridden”
Will I like what I find when I run into myself?
Will I like or dislike ... the character in the play
Will he play with my mind ... yes, this I know very well?
Will he fly me like a kite with little left to say?
Jan Wienen
This poem is about:
Me