We had this Friday fun event at CDG (my department) where we had to do something on the topic 'Who am I?' Most people drew and sketched and made collages. What a talent! Since I am a total dud at drawing/sketching, I decided to write a poem instead. Posting it here now.
Who am I?
I am the one who walks alone
Yet stands by you when all are gone
I am the one who hears it all
Seems quite small, but still stands tall
I am the one who values friends
And believes means mean more than ends
Journey, to me means more than the destination
Still I am the one who’s marred by consternation
But oh, how I wish I knew who I am!
I am not the one I see in the mirror
I am not the one you see either
I am more, much more than this, I know
But nothing of me I can bare or show
I might just live in this corner of the world
And then die one day without having been told
Who I was and what this life was for
Just always headed to the next open door
Like levels in a game of increasing skill
Life will ebb away when I don’t get my fill
Of life, of love, of warmth and health
Of honest passion, without stealth
So long! And I will say this before the gong chimes -
I like being among you, O, people of my times!
