Everyone and everything <br />has a disguise. <br />They are all pretending to be <br />what they are not. <br />The birds and bees <br />and flowers and trees, <br />they are all part <br />of the same universal plot. <br />And certainly both you and me <br />we are also not <br />what we claim to be, <br />because that’s what we are not. <br /> <br />At first I took it seriously, <br />this cloak and dagger plot. <br />With theories of conspiracy <br />and other darker reasons <br />about all the things that happened <br />and my resulting lot. <br />But as I grow much older <br />the disguise is wearing thin <br />and now its more like <br />a children’s play. <br />Where no matter what <br />disguise is used <br />you cannot possibly mistake <br />that behind it lays, <br />in innocence and simplicity <br />a soft and gentle childish grin, <br />enjoying all the plays.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disguise-5/
