When you were a child, where was it? For there's always <br />some place: somewhere you go, when all you want <br />is just to be yourself - because <br />it's all too much, or not enough; <br />you've lost what matters most, or <br />not sure just what you're really looking for; <br />and so there's nothing else to do but go <br />to that friendliest place on earth, that's all your very own; <br />the myself place. <br /> <br />Street cafes, bars, can sometimes be that place: <br />the sun shines; relaxed, you watch the passing scene <br />with an assumed slight superiority <br />that goes with the seat price; <br />or alcohol soothes all in friendly gaze: <br />they're just the actors, extras in your play; so sit; enjoy; <br />smile at the world with goodwill, even love; <br />a few more visits, it can soon become <br />the myself place. <br /> <br />Porches, stoops, verandahs - <br />what a brilliant idea: <br />put it all aside; you've fed well, so now watch the play <br />from the best seat in the house: <br />you're there in lordly public stage box, if they want to stop and talk; and <br />backstage there's love enough to script your every dream: meanwhile, <br />the myself place.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0082-the-myself-place/
