Humorous poem about having a hole in your pocket.

Aren’t kids cute? They have no clue, do they?

Our self-concept is impossible to hide. It will always raise its ugly head to taunt, yet it can be denied any power to control.

This is not a section from the Want Ads as it may seem from the title. The following poems are examples of a tanka.

It’s amazing to think that what we wear on the outside is an indication to the world as to who we really are on the inside; however, this is how most people see you – by your clothing.

Limerick.

Hand-me-downs are my clothes that others do not like. I understand why my mother does not alter them for I figure she wants to hand them down again.

Am I blue, they are too, and how about you, just to be down, sad, and depressed, and what is it that would pick me right up? Getting Down… as I heard in a song once “It’s okay not to be okay” well I’m not okay, I’m alone and so I think, what if I wasn’t.

An inside look into the mind of a lady who feels she has no choice in her profession. As humans, we look on the outside, but if we only took the time to learn a person’s heart opportunities to reach out to those lost and hurting would be endless. Think before judging – it’s not our job.

Each individual is unique, be original no need to live with the shadow of others.