Always Read the Label

By Silver Spun Sand

Mon, 10 Feb 2014
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In between his cornflakes and his toast,
he looks up at me – says he thinks
he’s probably bipolar.  
 
Why’s that? I ask him.
 
Because, he says, of his mood swings;
one minute, he’s up, the next
really down.
 
I say it’s probably got something to do
with his hormones, that’s all; seeing 
as he’s only just turned seventeen.  
 
Tell him to bide his time before he decides
to label himself anything...
 
speaking of which – notice
an errant, small, pink sticker on the hem 
of his new sweatshirt. 
 
Made in the Philippines, 
I read out loud...remembering
that night – my honeymoon, and so
he might well have been.
 
Composition, I continue:-
Ninety percent one thing, 
six percent another,
 
and four percent, something
loosely referred to as:-
Miscellaneous Fibres...Said,
 
seemed he was quite a mixed bag;
more to him than met the eye.
 
Thinking about it – metaphorically,
sounded a bit like me, too, and very much like 
most everyone else. 
Certificate PG
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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

Patches of self, made up of this and that. Sandbagged and propped up into human form.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You got itsmiley

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Nice reflection on our human fabric               Elsie

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks to you. Hope your week is a pleasant one.

Tina