Six letters spell out my secret self:
T-he
O-ther
B-eing
I-
A-m
S-ometimes - TOBIAS
I am the baby caressed
at my mother’s breast.
A child learning sums,
playing with my chums
at football scoring
goals and soaring
to the heights of fame.
At times, a growing boy
entranced in nature’s joy.
Now and then I paint
for the family Medici
or become a Saint
like Francis of Assisi
chatting with the birds.
Some days I walk
in groves with Plato
and learn to talk
the simplicities of Cato
and for a while am wise.
Most days though
I hardly show
his side. So few can know
The Other Being I Am Sometimes.
TOBIAS
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
Six letters spell out my secret self:
T-he
O-ther
B-eing
I-
A-m
S-ometimes - TOBIAS
I am the baby caressed
at my mother’s breast.
A child learning sums,
playing with my chums
at football scoring
goals and soaring
to the heights of fame.
At times, a growing boy
entranced in nature’s joy.
Now and then I paint
for the family Medici
or become a Saint
like Francis of Assisi
chatting with the birds.
Some days I walk
in groves with Plato
and learn to talk
the simplicities of Cato
and for a while am wise.
Most days though
I hardly show
his side. So few can know
The Other Being I Am Sometimes.
TOBIAS
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