Sometimes 3

Sometimes people do not believe
who we say we are or what we do.
They think our imagination
is running in overtime
when we relate to the unusual things
that cross our path.
They think we are fibbing,
telling white porky pies,
then they see the pictures
and it astounds them a little bit.
The proof of the pudding
is always in the eating
and my proof is always
in the pictures taken of me.

18 November 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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