The pencil artist took
just minutes to capture
the prissy expression
on my youthful face,
many decades ago
My wife put the work
on our bedroom wall,
a daily reminder
that his vision of me
differed from mine
I
appreciate only now
as my ego has receded
with the onset of age
the perceptive skill
of that street artist
A
suggestion: try my novel, THE
HERO, on Kindle
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