This is me
Not trying to be
Anything I’m not
No fancy clothes
No single red rose
Just a hamburger
With chips
And the lot
Today
I don’t know why
I’m on one of those
Natural highs
I get
From time to time
No artificial joy
No deep glass of wine
Just my music and me
And the air that I breathe
And my sun
Who never fails to shine
Dean Meredith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-being-me-3/
