Modesty

I used to think myself demure,
Timid, bashful, coy and shy.
No bold exhibitionist,
No proud narcissist was I.

Then a malady dispatched me
To the town infirmary
Where I quickly learned the drill
And lost all sense of modesty.

Stripped of clothes and dignity
And any pride one may uphold
I quickly learned to acquiesce and
Simply did as I was told.

Nurse, technician and physician
Prodding, poking, nodding, joking,
Open gown exposing flesh to passers-by.
I feel like croaking.

Yes, I know it’s necessary.
This is how it needs to be,
But it sure does make it difficult
To embrace modesty.

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