The Daily Poem

STILL THE SAME

And suddenly it's me who's done

the thing so often dreamed about.

It's me who's made the grade, who's topped

the list, who's earned a bit of clout.

I feel a barometric change;

there's something subtle like a kiss

That's brushed its passing butterfly

and left its hurricane of bliss.

The cyclone in my head appears

to no one looking through at me.

If I don't tell, they'll never know;

if I don't show, they'll never see.

And yet it's me who took the chance,

who went the distance, won the game.

But if I keep my secret safe

they'll all believe I'm still the same.

D. Edgar Lamp

TheDailyPoem689

Quatrain Stanza

Oak Harbor, Washington

Lat: 48' 17.6" N, Long: 122' 38.6" W

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~ The Daily Poet