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Tears flow down
your face
as you ask
“Are you ashamed
of me?
I have too much
meat on my bones;
My teeth are crooked
and my hair is
turning gray.
I have no college degree;
No fancy car nor
much of a bank account.
I have nothing much to show
for my time here on earth.”
Ashamed of you?
How could I be
ashamed of you?
You are beautiful
just the way you are.
I’m proud of you ---
Of your courage;
Of your ability to love;
And of your kind
and gentle ways.
No, my lovely lady.
I am not now,
nor will I ever be
ashamed of you.
I love you. |
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