SOMEBODY ELSE

When I was young

I really just wanted to be

somebody else:

Someone taller

with chiseled features

perhaps more artful,

with bags of cash

and world renown,

a hit with the ladies,

estimable friends around the globe.

Now I'm old:

No taller

bald and jowly

devoid of mastery,

still not rich

completely unremarkable

I have few friends,

a wife who loves me,

stumbling my way through life

but no longer ashamed.

4/14/21