GHOST
I frightened myself the other day
By what I now do and by what I now say
That wasn’t the mouse of one year ago
Who wouldn’t say boo and took every blow,
On the chin with good grace and
Forgave every foe
And would suffer the strife for a quieter life.
That formerly me is now RIP
Deceased and dispatched
When my new self was hatched
I like the new me who possesses my home
Who sneaks up and shocks me when we’re alone.
© Stephen Evans 2014
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