A Habit

I always have a habit
of wearing long sleeves
and a coat or jacket
never mind the weather.
When it is really hot,
my coat or jacket stays on.
Often I look around and see
people looking at me,
and then start melting underneath the heat.
They keep saying that it’s hot.
I, myself feel nice and cool;
they can never understand it
and say I should be melting too.
I just smile and carry on.
My normal answer is
that I burn easily.
Which incidentally I do,
but if I wrap up like a mummy
I don’t burn at all,
in fact I always feel rather cool.

10 May 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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