Timidly she spoke of me
Of character in a dance
“Conservative to a fault
Extreme when given a chance
My dress code is quite boring
As fashions not my thing
Blue or black, with holey shoes
But for others make money sing
Case in point, a homeless guy
Twenty bucks in transit, passing
A walking stick for protecting him
And books for which a passion
Another, replaced his dirty shirt
The lawn guy was his calling
Forty bucks a bargain
Ever-present, ever eager, never stalling
A conservative liberal?
Her scrutinization of my behavior
Her opinion offered gingerly
Sculpting words to tailor
In hearing her observation
The answer became quite clear
Just a pattern, not so weird!
Behavior that’s habitual
Lives in boundaries past created
Flexibility in heart and mind
A personality that’s not been jaded.
2:33 PM – 2:51 PM
The name of the poem is Ann2. That’s how she shows up on my phone. I
guess when I put her in, I already had an Ann in there, LOL.