They stand and look at things <br />with their eyes closed tight. <br />They claim to see just what others don’t, <br />branding someone a liar and deceiver. <br />Sadly, they are the ones <br />who deceive themselves all the time. <br />Who worries if someone uses a different name <br />whenever they sit down to write? <br />I personally don’t. <br />Who cares if they make up an age they want to be. <br />I personally don’t. <br />Who cares if they exaggerates <br />about what they may or may not have done. <br />I personally don’t care. <br />Everyone no matter who they are <br />wants to be someone different at sometime or other, <br />and there is nothing wrong in that. <br />Just so long at the end of it, <br />they are happy in their own way. <br />I have no quarrel <br />with what anyone does <br />and I don’t think <br />anyone else should do neither. <br /> <br />1 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-cares-21/
