Friday, March 27, 2009

A Rhyme in Two Parts

       MR. ME AND MR. WHO


A rivulet of water ran down my mirror,

splitting my image in two.

I thought I could see them both in that scene,

Mr. Me, and Mr. Who.


Mr. Me, is on the outside,

he’s always looking in.

Mr. Who is on the inside

looking out at his old friend.


Mr. Me is aging,

he thinks of getting old.

Mr. Who is just a boy,

his age is still on hold.


Mr. Me is what you see

when you look my way.

Mr. Who is what I think,

sometimes what I say.


Mr. Me, and Mr. Who

have been there from the start.

One looking in, the other out,

they’ll never live apart.


If you see me on the street

and, if I should see you,

you’ll shake hands with Mr. Me,

but be seen by Mr. Who.


Dennis Price