The Poem of Me

The poem of me from yesterday

Is not that which I am today

In many ways they may resemble

But don’t be fooled by what I say

Look closely at what you hear

Listen with more than just an ear

The poem of me from yesterday

Is not that which I am today

You think that you may know me

By the words I rhyme and sing

You think that you may know me

But of me you know not a thing

The poem of me I once sang for you

Then may have had lyrics true

But with each new day the words decay

And of that me from then — I bade adieu

 

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