I was a child:

I held momma’s hand.

I was a boy :

I played in sand.

I was a youth:

I became a punk.

I was a lover:

Full of pep and spunk.

I was a husband:

I worked to keep straight.

I was a student:

I learned to love and hate.

I was a father:

put my soul into my kids.

I was an alcoholic:

I really hit the skids.

I was a lover anew:

I put my faith in you.

I am invisible:

My identity is see-through!


Moral: identity is a moveable feast

Just keep moving with it.


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