This is something I started in my head while walking to Morrison's.
I passed a couple in their late 50s holding hands and an old (and odd) question came back to the the surface of my brain:
Am I too complicated?
Do I know too much?
Would I not appreciate the simple touch
of your hand in mine?
Am I too brainy?
Am I too pretty?
Let me know I prithee
Let me know what I am.
Am I too sad?
Or too hopeful?
Am I too dreamy, a fool,
a good old fool am I?
Too old?
Not enough satisfied?
Is it me or you oh how I'd
like to know.
