by the very nature of being a “ me ”
a creature may begin to wonder :
is this “ me ” all i’ll ever be ?
good heavens, no !
to be a “ me ” is mostly to grow
just like the crawling, wrinkled, gin-clear sea . . .
. . . your “ you ” whirls in waves
twirling ‘round in playful, painful perpetuity
so no matter how much you feel
you may not be “ enough ” or “ up to snuff ,”
worry not, my darling reader —
it and you and me and we are all samestuff
ahem
i don’t know if i have to claim that this stuff is mine for legal porpoises
but this stuff is mine :)