It’s All So Strange.

I don’t fit in this clothes
Nor I like these or those
I can no longer make use
…of my favourite shoes

The years passed …while I slept
And who I was, I allowed (forget)
– Have I said what no one heard?
– Have I heard what no one said?

I don’t have the face, I once had
A mirror subtracts. (‘Never add’)
My short beard, allows a change
I disappeared. It’s all so strange

© Ricardo Sexton