I see another coat that doesn’t fit,
A different hat – so many different hats!
No tie, of course. You want no ties, you say.
So tell me, sir, who do we want to be?
A vagabond or pilgrim? Prince or priest?
Husband? Lover? Paragon? Or beast?
These shadows make it difficult to see.
Why don’t we try to step in other shoes
And walk a mile or two? Ah yes, you’re right,
Those other-people shoes would be too tight
And take us to a place we wouldn’t choose.
Let’s settle then for something without flaws,
In gaudy colours with a cunning weave,
A life-like heart to wear upon our sleeve-
A heart sir, yes, that always reassures!
No-one will ever know it isn’t yours…
